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The Hows and Whys 

And Whens and Wherefores 

Of the Ways of our little neighbors 

Round about home, 

And a little distant 

in the fields and woods — 
Some of whom you have met before, 
And others for whom you 

will eagerly watch and listen. 





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It was a French story-teller who said: "We must lay up a stock of 
enthusiasms in our youth, or else we shall reach the end of our journey 
with an empty heart, for we lose a great many of them by the way." 

It is the finest part of education to fill the mind of youth with these 
enthusiasms, to teach him to know the world about him because he loves 
it — to love the world about him because he knows it — to make friends 
with all the things of nature, great and small, he meets when he goes 
forth every day — to know and love the little world about him which is 
after all the fairer part of the great world we call the Universe of God. 

And the joys of seeing and knowing and doing are the real joys of 
life. We may know a real joy from a spurious pleasure by this — it leaves 
no sting, it brings no weakness, it clears the way for more joys and more 
strength. Moreover, as Agassiz used to say: "This is the charm of 
Nature herself: She brings us back to absolute Truth — every time we 

This is a word of greeting to an unique Nature book, the work of a 
young woman who is a real lover of Nature. It is an effort to give our boys 
and girls a right start in the joys of life. It opens their eyes to the charms 
and glories shown all around them. It draws them toward a sympathy 
with the problems of life which beset every man and beast and bird among 
us and which one way or another we are called on to solve. It swells the 
stock of these youthful enthusiasms which so long as they last keep the heart 
young and make life the better worth living. 

It is a beautiful thing to have been livingly interested from childhood 
in the "Fairyland Around Us." It is still more beautiful to have followed 
it up to years of maturity, and to desire, and to be able to, impart the same 
love of Nature to other children. This has been the good fortune and the 
*good feeling of Miss Whiteley, whose book I have watched in process of 

construction and can understand pretty thoroughly in its scope and quali- 
ty. It is very real, and very inspiring. It springs from a genuine love and 
understanding, and it is fortified by conscientious and thorough study. I 
think there is nothing like it in the English language; and that even the 
beautiful French books for the same purpose are not so helpful. 

God's Wonder-world is very largely wasted on us, nowadays, be- 
cause we pay no attention to it. We don't see the beauty in the blade of 
grass, nor in the drop of rain, nor in the love-making of the flower, nor in 
the industry of the bee, nor the reason why some birds have beautiful songs 
and others beautiful coats. We could not turn around even a city lot 
without finding something to fascinate us, if we had either the knowledge 
or the imagination to see what is there. 

This book of this earnest young woman is one I can gladly com- 
mend to the parents of boys and girls of any age. Normal children of six 
or seven are quite old enough to appreciate it, and those of 18 or 20 none 
too old. I know parents so farsighted that they are taking the book for 
the future of their children now only a few months old. Miss Whiteley has 
kept the child's point of view of Nature — which means the poet's point of 
view. I don't see how she can fail to interest any wholesome child in the 
Little Next-door Neighbors. 

It is a book of lasting value and charm in the education of the young 
generation. Dr. David Starr Jordan examined the book in my house, very 
carefully, and his fine foreword would carry weight anywhere. 

Entirely aside from the spiritual and educational value of this beau- 
tiful book, it is of very serious material worth. As every mother knows, 
the way to keep youngsters out of "mischief" is to employ their minds 
and hands. Any youngster who becomes interested in the birds and flowers 
and beasties will have a lot of mental occupation and no real excuse for 
getting into "mischief." For this utilitarian reason alone, the book will 
pay for itself many times over. 

Anyone who has studied Nature in any sense, or knows the Outdoors, 
must welcome everything that in an honest, competent way calls any atten- 
tion in the wonder-world right under our noses, to which we have become 
nearly blind. And this book is very worthy in this important responsi- 

The fact that this tireless young woman has financed the book by her 
own efforts, has been her own publisher and circulator, adds interest. It 
is a notable achievement for a girl of 20. 


"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handi- 

"To him who in the love of Nature holds 
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 
A various language; for his gayer hours 
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile. 
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 
Into his darker musings with a mild 
And healing sympathy that steals away 
Their sharpness ere he is aware." — Bryant. 

"The great man is he who does not lose his child's heart." — Mencius. 

"In contemplation of created things 

By steps we may ascend to God." — Milton. 

"Go forth under the open sky, and list 
To Nature's teachings." — ^Bryant. 

"Spring! Spring! Beautiful Spring! 

Laden with glory and light you come; 
With the leaf, the bloom and the butterfly's wing, 
Making our earth a fairy home." 

"There are more things in heaven and earth 
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy." 

"In nature's infinite book of secrecy 
A little can I read." — Shakespeare. 

'Therefore am I still 
A lover of the meadows and the woods. 
And mountains, and of all that we behold 
Prom this green earth; . . . well pleased to recognize 
In Nature and the language of the sense, 
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, 
The guide, the guardian of my heart and soul, 
Of all my moral being." — Wordsworth. 

"Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge." 

Nature is given as the great matrix with which we are to create, and to go 
through life with no attempt to gain a knowledge of it, with no effort to learn its pos- 
sibilities, is dull, dead atheism. The child that puts forth creative effort to make the 
world better, the child that plants a seed or cares for the life of an animal, is working 
hand in hand with nature and the Creator, and what higher religious development can 
we desire than that he become the "reflected image of God"? — Hodge. 



Fairy Friends . . . 


Foreword by David Starr Jordan and Chas. F. Lummis 


List of Illustrations ....... 


AuRELius Evangel in Search of the Joyous Blue 


Twilight, and then — Night ..... 


In the Early Morning ...... 


Along the Road ........ 


Raindrop's Journey ....... 


In the Fields ........ 


In the Woods ........ 


Do You Know? . . ' . 


Nursery Notes . . . . . 


Liloriole in Search of the Homes of Fairyland 


In Our Cathedral ....... 


Index .......... 




(S refers to Supplement) 

Achilles— 179 
Alder— S 
Algae— S 

Along the Road — 41 
Ambush Bugs — S 
Anemone — S 
Ants — S 
Aquarium — S 
Arachne — S 
Arbutus — 177 
Arrowhead — S 
Arthropoda — S 
Ash— S 

Assasian Bugs — S 
Aster— 50 

Bachelor Buttons — S 
Back Swimmers — S 
Badger— 86 
Barn Owl — S 
Barn Swallow — 227 
Bat— S 
Beaver— 124 
Beetles— 89 
Belostoma — S 
Betony, Wood— 55 
Bird Baths— S 
Bird Bills— S 

Bird's Christmas Tree— 117 
Bird Eggs— 249 

Also see 20 in S. 
Bird Houses — S 
Bittern— S 

Blackbird, Red-wing — 243 
Black-eyed Susan — 107 
Bleeding Hearts — S 
Blue Bird— S 
Blue Curls— S 
Blue-eyed Grass — S 
Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher — 259 
Blue Monkey Flower — 26 
Boa Rubber — S 
Bob-o'-Link— 144 
Bob White— 154 
Bufo— S 

Buntings Indigo 27-32 

Lazuli — 21 

Snow — 117 
Buprestidae — S 
Bush-tits — S 
Butterflies— 81-82 

Anglewings — S 

Argynnis — S 

Blues — S 

Camberwell Beauty — S 
Checker-spot — S 
Comma — S 
Coppers — S 
Dusky-wings — S 
Hairstreaks — S 
Hunter's — S 
Milkweed — S 
Monarch — S 
Painted Lady — S 
Papilio — 7-S 
Parnassian — S 
Pearl-crescent — S 
Peacock — S 
Satyr— S 
Silver-spot — S 
Sulphur — S 
Swallowtails — 7-S 
Thistle— S 
Tortoise Shell — S 
Wood-nymph — S 

Caddis-fly — S 
California Poppy — S 
Camass — S 
Camomile — S 
Cardinal Flower — 122 
Cardinal Bird —169 
Carpenter Bee — S 
Catbird— 238 
Cat-ear — S 
Cat-fish— S 
Cat-tails— 133 
Cedar Tree — S 
Centipede — S 

Chick-a-dee — 1 14 
Chickweed — S 
Chimney Swift — 235 



Chipmunk 194 
Chipping Sparrow — 260 
Chrysalids — S 
Cockle— S 
Columbine — S 
Compass plant — S 
Compositae — S 
Cormorant — S 
Cottonwood — S 
Crane — S 
Cricket— S 
Cross-bill— 217 
Crow — 61 
Cuckoo flies — S 
Cyclamen — S 

Daddy-Long-Legs — S 
Daisy— S 
Deer— 179-180 
Dickissel — 236 
Dobson-flies — S 
Dodder— S 
Dog-fennel — S 
Dogw^ood — S 
Dollcheeses — S 
Dove— 71 
Dragon-flies — S 
Ducks, Mallard— S 

Redhead — S 

Wood— S 
Dutchman's Pipe— 182 

Eagle— S 
Earth-Star— S 
Earthworms — S 
Eel— S 

Eg^s, Bird— 249 
Egret— 240 
Emperor Moth — S 
Everlasting Flower — S 

Fairy Thimbles — S 
Ferns— 180— S 
Figwort — S 
Filaree — S 
Fireweed — S 
Firs— 7— S 
Flax— S 
Fish— 7— S 
"Fleet-foot"— S 
Fleur-de-lis— 22 

Flicker— S 
Flipflap— S 
"Flitter-mice" — S 
Flying Squirrel — 35 
Forget-me-not — S 
Fox-glove — S 
Fringilidae — S 
Frog— 5— S 

Eggs— S 
*'Frogspit"— S 

Frosted Lightning Hopper — S 

Galls— S 
Ginger— 184 
Gnatcatcher — 257 
Godetia — S 
God's Gold— S 
"Goggle Goy" — S 
Gold Cup— S 
Golden-rod— 96 
Golden-crowned Thrush — S 
Goldfinch— 99 
Gold Thread— S 
Gopher — S 
Grasses— 10— S 
Grasshoppers — 1 57 
Gray Squirrel — 56 
Grebe— S 

Grosbeak, Rose-breasted — 252 
Ground Squirrel — S 
Grouse— 191 
Gull Sea— S 
Gypsy Combs — S 

Hairbird— 260 
Harvestman — S 
Hawk, Cooper — S 

Red-tail— 75 

Sharp-shinned — S 

Sparrow — S 

Swainson — S 
Hawthorne — S 
Heart-of-the-Earth— S 
Helmet Flower — S 
Hepatica — S 
Herb-of-the-Cross — S 
Hermit Thrush — S 
Heron, Great Blue — S 

Green — S 

Night— S 
Hesperiidae — S 



Horned Lark — 158 
Horned Pout — S 
"Horned Toad"— S 
Hummingbird — 232 
Hyacinth — S 

Indian Paint Brush — 55 
Indian Pipe — S 
Indigo Bird— 27-32 
Iris— 22 
Insects — S 
Insect Eggs — S 
Jay, Blue— 28 

Canada — 113 

Steller's— 31 
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — 55 
Jack Snipe — 140 
Jewel-weed — S 
Jimson-weed — S 
Job's Tears— S 
Joe-pye Weed — S 
Johnny- Jump-Up — S 
"Julius Caesar Napoleon" — 170 
Junco — S 
Juniper Tree — S 

Katy-did— S 

Kill-deer— S 

Kingbird — S 

King Cup— S 

Kingfisher — 222 

Kinglet Ruby-crowned — 174 

Lace Bugs — S 

Lady-Bird Beetles — S 

Lamb-Tongue Lily — S 

Larch — S 

Lark Horned— 158 

Larkspur — S 

Laurel — S 

Lazuli Bunting — 21 

Leaf Hopper — S 

Leaf Miner — S 

Lichens — 7 — S 

Lily-of-the-Valley Family — S 

Little Silver Hopper — S 

Lizards — 7 — S 

Lobelia — S 

Loon — 221 

Luna Moth — S 

Lupine — S 


Magpie — S 
Mallow— 50 
Maiden Hair Ferns — S 
Manzanita — S 
Maples — 3 — S 
Marigold Marsh — S 
Mariposa Lily — S 
Marsh Rosemary — S 
Marsh Treader — S 
Marybuds — S 
May Apples — S 
Meadow Foam — S 
Meadowlark — 148 
Meadow Rue — S 
Milkweed— S 
Midg-e-flies — S 
Millepede— S 
Minnows — S 
Mission Bell — S 
Mockingbird — 33 
Moles— S 

Monkey Flower — 26 
Moon Flower — S 
Morels— 179 
Morning Glory — S 
Mosquitoes — S 
Mosses — 7 — S 
Moths— 10— S 
Mourning Dove — 71 
Mouse, Field — 147 
Wood— S 

Newt— S 
Nighthawk— 252 
Nightshade — S 
Northern Twin-flower — S 
Nymphalidae — S 

Oaks— 7— S 
Ocean Spray — S 
Oregon Grape — S 
Oriole, Baltimore — 252 

Bullock— S 

Orchard — S 
Oswego Tea — 121 
Otter— S 
Ouzel Water— S 
Oven Builder — S 
Owl, Arcadian — S 

Barn — S 


Barred— S 
Billy— S 
Burrowing — S 
Horned — S 
Saw-whet — S 
Pygmy— S 
Screech — 36 

Paint Brush, Indian — 55 
Pandora — 194 
Papilio — 7 — S 
Pennyroyal — S 
Phainopepla — S 
Phoebe— 213 
Pine— S 
Plantain — S 
Plant Lice— S 
Plover, Golden — S 

Snowy — 143 
Polyphemus Moth — S 
Pop-balls — S 
Portulaca — S 
Prairie Pointers — S 
Primrose — S 
Prince's Pines — S 
Prothonotary Warbler — S 
Prunella— S 
Pussy Willows — S 

Quail, Mountain — 190 
Queen Vespa — S 

Rabbit— 86 
Raccoon— 122— 179 
Redpolls— S 
Rhododendron — S 
Road-runner — 103 
Robin— 67 

Romeo and Caterpillars — 62 
Rose— 85 
Rosy Finch — S 

Salal— S 
Salamander — S 
Scarlet Tanager — 256 
Scotch Broom — S 
Shellflower— 122 
Skunk Pet— 170 
Slipper Lady— 179-184 
Snowberry — S 

Snowy Owl — 193 

Soapwort — 88 

Sparrow, Chipping — 260 

English — S 

Song — 68 

Swamp — 133 

White-throated— 153 
Spikenard — S 
Spittle Insect — S 
Spruce — S 
Squirrel, Gray — 56 
Star of Bethlehem — S 
Stickleback — S 
Stilt Bugs— S 
Summer Warbler — 239 
Sunfish — S 
Sunflower — 107 
Sunshine Bird — 99 
Swallow, Barn — 227 

Tree— 134 
Teazel— S 
Thistle— 50 
Toads— 5— S 
Towhee— 243 
Trap-door Spider — S 
Trillium — S 
Turtlehead— 122 

Verdin— S 
Vervain — 26 
Violet— S 
Vireo— 265 

Water Lily— S 
Water Strider — S 
Waxwing Bohemian — 197 
Whip-poor-will — S 
Willows— 3— S 
Wintergreen — S 
Wintertime— 113-117 
Woodpecker, Pileated — S 

Red-headed — 42 
Wood Pewee — 243 
Wooly Bear Caterpillar — S 
Wren Winter— S 

Yarrow — S 

Yellow Star-Grass— 50 
Yellow-throat Warblers — S 
Yerba Mansa — S 
Yew— S 



One day the All-wise Father perceiving that the Children of Men were 
having "blue" days did send the little Wind Fairy, Aurelius Evangel, in 
search of the Joyous Blue. So he started forth upon his journey in search 
of all fairies who wear the blue — and seeking he found them as he went 
through fields and meadows, along streams, and into shady woods. Herein 
is recorded a part of his journey. 'Tis recorded that you the Children of 
Men each day may seek for the Joyous Blue in the Fairyland around you 
— and that seeking you may find — and finding you may come to understand 
the greatness, the tenderness, and the wisdom of His great love. So as ye 
read herein seek ye for the Joyous Blue. Seek and find and make it a part 
of your daily life. This, then is the message of Aurelius Evangel, and 
these are they whom he sought and found. 

'Twas in the month of April, middle month o' spring, that he found 
Wild Hyacinth in blossom, and her flowers — they were pale violet blue. 
Unto her blossoms came Bees, Butterflies, Ants, Wasps and Beetles. Her 
scientific name was Quamasia hyacinthina. Cousin of many Lily Fairies 
was she. 

Where a mountain stream came tumbling along Aurelius Evangel 
paused and listened to its music — and to the Earth-things talking near it. 
And as he lay among the mosses saw he not far away bells of blue swaying 
in the wind. *'They are the Bluebells of Scotland," he exclaimed with joy. 
So he found the Scottish Bluebells, cousins of Cardinal flower and Lobelia; 
and he watched the Bees and Butterflies come unto them. 

About Willow fairies he saw Mourning Cloak Butterflies, they who had 
blue spots upon their dark brown wings near their golden margins. 

Aurelius upon seeing Bluebird, the fairy of happiness, thought: 

This earliest May Day herald 

This prophet of the spring, 
Has brought celestial color 

Upon his breezy wing. 

Heaven loves to scatter earthward 

Flakes of its own soft hue; 
The first bird, the last blossom 

Wear the same shade of blue. 



By the roadside he met Blue Larkspur, whose other name, Delphinium, 
was given to her by the great Linnaeus, because of a fancied resemblance to 
a dolphin. After observing the Bees and Butterflies coming to her, he asked 
a question whose answer he wanted very much to know. And when he 
asked who her cousins were, Blue Larkspur answered : *'They, my cousins 
are, who belong to the Crowfoot family, and among them are Marsh-Mari- 
gold, Columbines, Buttercups, Anemones, Hepatica, Gold Thread and Vir- 
gin's Bower." 

''And who among your cousins wear the blue?" 

"Seek and ye shall find," answered Larkspur. 

So Aurelius Evangel went forth and sought and found : 

Cousin Columbine, wearing a dress of blue ; Cousin Columbine, whose 
grandmother did dwell in a little girl's own grandmother's garden. And 
when Wind Fairy remarked about her being an immigrant, Blue Columbine 
hastened to assure him that she was now Americanized, and that it was her 
great, great, great, great great grandmother who immigrated from Europe. 
And she also told him that some of her grandmothers a long time ago dwelt 
in gardens, but that many of their descendants had traveled beyond the gar- 
dens and dwell in the fields and woods. 

And Cousin Hepatica, whose blossoming time began with the beginning 
of the springtime, wore the blue upon her sepals. 

A little way distant he saw in the stream, wading in the stream. Great 
Blue Heron, the fisherman, dressed in colors of sky and water. And coming 
to him he began to tell him of his mission, and when he had finished Great 
Blue Heron told him that he had already learned of his mission from Rain- 
drop, by whom he had been interviewed three days and six hours and four- 
teen minutes previously. Aurelius Evangel learned of Great Blue Heron where 
he builded his home in Heron Town in the tops of fir trees, some four miles 
away — and that his cousins were other Herons : Little Blue Heron, Green 
Heron, Black-crowned Night Heron — also Bitterns and Egrets. Then Wind 
Fairy, balancing himself upon the end of a water reed, did raise his right 
hand and solemnly promise Great Blue Heron that he would guide Liloriole, 
who was in search of the homes of Fairyland, to Heron Town in Treetops. 

In a canyon among the foothills he encountered Western Blue Grosbeak, 
he who is a member of the Fringillidae family, and thereby a cousin of Gold- 
finches, Song Sparrows, Juncos, Cardinals, Towhees, Snowflakes and Cross- 
bills. Wind Fairy learned of him where he would find others among his 
family who wore the Joyous Blue — where he would find Indigo Bunting and 
Lazuli Bunting. 



When again Aurelius Evangel saw in moist meadows the Bluets he 
thought perhaps God used the same bowl of blue paint to paint the Bluets 
as he did when painting the sky. "We have other names, too," piped a little 
Bluet. "They are Quaker Bonnets, Venus' Pride and Innocence. Our scien- 
tific name is Houstonia. Button-bush, Partridge-vine and Bedstraw are 
our cousins." Then Wind Fairy remembered this verse which he had learned 
from a little boy : 

"So frail, these smiling babies, 

Near mossy pasture bars, 
Where the blood-root now so coyly 

Puts forth her snowy stars, 
And the maple tall and slender. 

With blossoms red and sweet, 
Looks down upon the bluets 

Close nestled at her feet; 
'Innocents' the children call them, — 

These floral babies small." — Ray Lawrance 

With the Butterfly Pea fairies, they whose petals are lavender blue, 
they who are cousins of Clover and Sweet Pea, they whose scientific name 
is Clitoria mariana, Aurelius Evangel tarried three hours and thirty-three 
minutes. Then he proceeded. 

Blue Sailors beside the road, Blue Sailors dwelling in waste places — 
'twas often Aurelius Evangel met them and glad was he to see them. Other 
names had they — Chicory and Succory. Cousins of Dandelion, Wild Let- 
tuce and Rattlesnake weed are the Chicory fairies. By Italian children 
they are called Cicorea. By Spanish children they are called Achicoria. 
By Russian children they are called Tsikorei. 

In a pond grew the Pickerel Weed and its blossoms — they were pur- 
plish blue, even the filaments and anthers were so. He sat upon a leaf and 
watched the Flies and Bees come unto the blossoms of Pickerel Weed. Her 
scientific name is Pontederia cordata. 

In a field he found in blossom Indian Tobacco, and her flowers were 
pale blue. He learned that her scientific name was Lobelia inflata, that she 
belonged to the Bellflower family and was a cousin of Harebell, Cardinal 
Flower and Lobelia. 

Among the hills after much searching about he found in a rocky ravine 
a cousin of the Buttercup — Virgin's Bower, and her flowers were purplish 

In a field dwelt Blue-weeds, and Aurelius Evangel in his search for the 
Joyous Blue came unto this field. And he learned that these Blue-weed fai- 
ries were cousins of Virginia Cowslip, Vervain, Verbena and Forget-me-not. 




"Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, 

When our Mother Nature laughs around? 

When even the blue deep heavens look glad, 

And gladness blooms from the blossoming ground?" — Bryant 

And, coming to the fairy Flax, he told them of the poet, of the poet 
Longfellow, and of his saying : "Blue were her eyes as the Fairy Flax." And 
he told them of their other name, Linum — told these dainty fairies with 
delicate petals of blue bending and bowing to the whispering breezes, of how 
their other name, Linum, comes from the Celtic word lin, which means 

There Aurelius Evangel saw the Fleur-de-lis, saw the blue Iris, that 
which Ruskin called the flower of chivalry, with a sword for its leaf and a 
lily for its heart — saw the Fleur-de-lis, and coming nearer thought that surely 
Mother Nature had placed thereon some of the colors of the rainbow of the 
sky, lest the children of men passing by should forget. 

"Where shall I find your little sister. Blue-eyed Grass?" And the answer 
came : 

"Blue-eyed grass in the meadow 

And yarrow blooms on the hill, 
Cat-tails that rustle and whisper. 

And winds that are never still; 

Blue-eyed grass in the meadow 

A linnet's nest near by, 
Blackbirds carolling clearly 

Somewhere between earth and sky." 

Blue-eyed grass in the meadow 

And the laden bees' low hum. 
Milkweeds all by the roadside^ 

,To tell us summer is come." 

"And there you will find my little sister 'Blue-eyed Grass,' 
Gently gazing toward the sky, 
Answering the azure blue on high." 

Beside the brook he found Blue Monkey Flower, who was thus named 
because of a fancied resemblance to a little monkey's face — Blue Monkey 
Flower, cousin of Mullein, Figwort, Butter and Eggs, Beard Tongue, Indian 
Paint Brush, Owl's Clover, Wood Betony, Synthyris and Veronica. And he 
watched her guests, the insects, coming and going and carrying pollen with 
them. He learned that scientists called her by another name — Mimulus. 

In the month of August when the days of great heat had come and seem- 
ingly silenced many of earth's singers, here and yonder in plain view, the 
Wind Fairy would see and hear the Indigo Bird singing and to the Children 
of Men bringing a bit of cheer. 



Then he did alight and sit upon the edge of a rose leaf and thought unto 
himself all the verses he had been learning of blue flowers, and some of 
them were these : 

Blue-bells, on blue-hills, where the sky is blue, 

Here's a little blue-gowned maid come to look at you. 

Here's a little child would fain at the vesper-time 

Catch the music of your hearts, hear the harebells chime. 

Among the pines he saw the Arctic Bluebird, saw Sialia arctica — cousin 
of other Bluebirds and Robins. 

In a shady place that was damp on a day that was one of the thirty days 
in June he came unto Day-flower, she who wore the Joyous Blue upon her 
petals. Commelina virginica was her scientific name. To the Spiderwort 
family she belonged. Wandering Jew and Job's Tears were her cousins. 

On his journey too he saw the light blue and bright blue blossoms of Cal- 
ifornia Lilac. This fairy Blue Blossom belongs to the Buckthorn family, and 
is an evergreen shrub. Quail fairies like its dark seeds. 

When again he saw Blue Larkspur he learned that they had another name 

— *'Espue)a del Caballero," which means '*the cavalier's spur." 

On a gravelly bank near a stream he found the blue flowers of Wild Heli- 
otrope. Too, along the railroad he saw these fairy blossoms — sometimes they 
were violet. Of course he learned that this fairy is not a true Heliotrope, but 
belongs to the Baby-eyes family. 

Some times upon his journey, as Aurelius Evangel came near unto riv- 
ers, he saw a Duck with blue upon its wings — saw the Blue-wing Teal. 
Other Ducks saw he too with blue upon their wings — Cinnamon Teal and 

Also he saw Blue-Bill — a Duck with bluish bill. Widgeon Duck and 
Baldpate had bills blue with black tips. Now — the scientific name of Blue- 
bill is Aythya marila — of Widgeon, Mareca penelope — and of Baldpate, Ma- 
reca americana. 

When again he met Chicory by the wayside he remembered the poet 
writing of these fairies growing: 

"Where tired feet toil to and fro; 

Where flaunting siu may see thy heavenly hue. 

Or weary sorrow look from thee toward a tenderer blue." 



In the moist meadow he found Blue Vervain — whose other names are 
Wild Hyssop and Simpler's Joy. Near by found he, too, her close cousin, 
European Vervain. And he lingered afar ofif wondering how he should 
address her — Herb-of-the-Cross, Berbine, Simpler's Joy, Holy Herb, En- 
chanter's Plant, Pigeon-Grass, Juno's Tears, or Lightning Plant — all these 
names being her own. And while yet he waited afar off. Vervain, having 
heard of his mission from the South Wind, called him. It was a wonderful 
morning Wind Fairy had with the Vervains — they who grow by waysides 
and in waste places, and who are sometimes by the children of men called 
weeds. But Wind Fairy told me and asked me to tell you, the children of 
men, that much of interest often centers around a weed. He told me much 
of Vervain and wanted you to know these things, too, so I am writing them 
here for you. Children of the men of long ago knew these Vervains that we 
meet growing in the waste places. Many things were said of them and 
thought of them — and when again you see the Vervain think of these things : 
To the Druids it was a sacred plant — and in the olden days it was said that 
witches used it — also that it would keep the witches away; so in the days 
of Shakespeare children hung Vervain, and another plant, with a horseshoe 
over the door — and the early Christians held this Vervain in high regard as a 
general cure for all, because it was found growing on Mount Calvary — and 
in the days of Pliny, the Roman brides gathered a cousin of this Vervain 
with which to make their bridal wreaths. 

.On he journeyed to Gentian — Fringed Gentian, of whom Bryant wrote : 
"Thou waitest late, and com'st alone 
When woods are bare and birds have flown. 
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye 
Look through its fringes to the sky, 
Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall 
A flower from its cerulean wall." 
Wind Fairy had learned a legend of Fringed Gentians — and he told it unto them: 
"Once to the angel of birds, far up in the rippling air 
From low on the sun-loved earth 

The angel of flowers breathed a prayer. 
Four plumes from the bluebird's wing 

And I'll make me something rare; 
Four plumes from the bluebird's wing 

As fast to the south he flew 
The angel of flowers caught them up 

As they fell in the autumn dew, 
And shaped with a twirl of her fingers 
This spire of feathery blue." 
Here and yonder, near little mud puddles in the woods and by the way- 
side, he would find the Blue Butterflies, tiny, dainty fairies with blue upon 
their wings. 



"O Blue Jay up in the little tree 

A-tossing your saucy head at me 

With never a word at my questioning. 

Pray cease for a moment your tink-a-link 

You bonny bit of spring. 

Did you dip your wings into azure dye 

When April began to paint the sky 

That was pale with the winter's stay? 

Or were you hatched from a bluebell bright 

'Neath the warm gold breast of a sunbeam bright 

By the river one blue springday? 

This he said to Blue Jay — this which he heard a little girl saying the day 
before this day, v^hich wsiS yesterday. 

The day that he met Job's Tears w^as a summer day and a warm one. In 
the woods was where he met these cousins of Day-flower and Wandering 
Jew. And even as he watched it he observed that it was only the flower of 
a part of a day for in the afternoon he saw its petals "dissolve in tears." So 
he told the Boys and Girls of this fairy and of why it was so named. Watch 
for it and, if it grows not near you, plant it so that you may have it near-by. 

When he saw the Scottish Bluebells again he thought of that dear old 
song : 

"Let the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers 
His pastures of perfume, and rose-coloured dells, 
While humbly I sing of those wild little flowers, 
The bluebells of Scotland, the Scottish bluebells." 

In fields and by wayside Blue Vetch fairies welcomed Aurelius and he 
learned that these cousins of Lupine and Clover and Sweet Pea did also 
dwell in Europe and in Asia. He saw Bumble-bees come unto these flowers, 
and some did take nectar in the way that Mother Naturd meant they should ; 
but some did nip a part of the flower to get nectar more quickly. All this 
Aurelius saw as he tarried near these Tinegrass fairies, these Blue Vetch 

Too, upon his journey he found Baby Blue-eyes, darling little flowers 
by the way. Each time he saw a Baby Blue-eyes in blossom he told it of 
another Baby with eyes of blue. 

When he came to the blue eggs in the Robin's nest he thought of the 
verse : 

"The winds blow east, the winds blow west, 
The blue eggs in the robin's nest 
Will soon have wings and beak and breast 
And flutter and fly away." — Longfellow. 



"Such a starved bank of moss, 
'Till that May morn, 
Blue ran the flash across, 
Violets were bom." — Browning. 

And just then through the twilight dim. 
Somewhere a voice was calling to him, 
"O, WIND FAIRY," then softly, "My Brother 
I know, and I'll tell you another." 

"I know, blue, modest violets, 

Gleaming with dew at mom, 
I know the place you came from 

And the way that you are born. 
When God cut holes in heaven, 

The holes the stars look through. 
He let the scraps fall down to earth — 

The little scraps are you." 

Over the pond he saw flitting a blue-winged Dragon fly. 

Nearby he saw the Swallow, "the Swallow of the mud nest, he with blue 
and chestnut breastplate, he with snow upon his forehead." 

Along the road here and there he found Oregon Grape with its beauti- 
ful clusters of blue berries. And he learned that 'twas the state flower of 
Oregon, and was also called Oregon Holly. 

With the blue Lupine fairies in the field he lingered three days. When 
evening came and the leaves went to "sleep" Aurelius Evangel would creep 
into a flower and nestle there until the first Sunbeam fairies woke him up 
in the morning. While he tarried with Lupine fairies he learned that they 
were cousins of Sweet Pea, Clover and Scotch Broom. 

Along the way from day to day Aurelius Evangel saw, and thought 
beautiful indeed, the Cuckoo flies wearing bright sky blue. And he learned 
that they belonged to the family Chrysididae. Two of these dainty blue 
fairies were named Chrysis parvula and Chrysis smaragdula. 

And in his wanderings found he too Blue-Throated Hummingbird. 
Aurelius perched on a leaf near unto him and watched him take his break- 
fast of plant lice. 

Among the smaller fairy Butterflies who wore the blue upon their wings 
Aurelius Evangel learned to know well Thecla halesus, Thecla m-album and 
Thecla clytie. 

In July along a woodland stream he came upon Blue Tangle. It be- 
longs among the Joyous Blue, not because of its flowers, which are green- 
ish pink, but because of its dark-blue berries. Aurelius tiptoed upon a 
leaf and took a wee bite of one, for his breakfast, then he took a wee bite 
for dinner — and yet there was left three-fourths of a berry. 



But the tenderest blue of all that he found upon his journey was the 
blue of a Mother's eyes. And soft was the light in her eyes as she cuddled 
her children close about her in the twilight hour. Aurelius hovered near 
the children, but they knew him not. They only thought the wind was near. 
How he loved the children all along the way I cannot tell, for his love for 
them was too deep and too great to tell ; but the greatness of his love was 
shown in his daily striving to help them to find the Joyous Blue. 

On his journey he found the Helmet-flower growing in a meadow — and 
he watched the Bees come unto their blue flowers. 

Along the way he met a Butterfly mother, Argynnis diana ; and her beau- 
tiful velvet black wings had blue spots upon them. 

Only one moth he saw with blue upon its wings and that was Composia 

When Aurelius came unto the Closed Gentians, cousins of the Fringed 
Gentians, he perceived that someone was there before him. Someone had 
started into a blossom, but the back end of him and his legs were sticking 
out. Even as Wind Fairy watched Sir Bumble-bee backed out — and was 
off again to another plant. Aurelius said unto himself ''Really these Bees 
do help Mother Nature in sending Baby Seeds into the world for as they 
journey from flower to flower they carry pollen from flower to flower." 
Then he crept into the blossom from which Sir Bumblebee had just backed 
out and cuddled down for a nice afternoon nap. And the soft summer songs 
of his brother Wind Fairies among the trees lulled him to sleep. 

Throughout the summer and in early autumn days he often met the 
Blue Aster fairies — and he learned that their name Aster came from a Greek 
word meaning star, and that they were cousins of Sunflower, Dandelion, 
Daisy and Thistle. 

When he came to the darling Forget-me-nots he told them of this 
legend : 

"When to the flowers so beautiful 

The Father gave a name 

There came a little blue-eyed one. 

All timidly it came 

And standing at the Father's feet 

And gazing in His face 

It said in low and trembling tones 

Yet with a gentle grace 

"Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me 

Alas I have forgot." 

Kindly the Father looked Him down 

And said "Forget-me-not." 



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To the Birds belongs the morning hour; but to us, to you and me, and 
some of our little brothers of the field and forest, this hour belongs. It is 
the hour when we think about the things that are yet to be. We dream 
and we listen — listen to the lullaby songs of the Trees, to the twilight 
chorus of the Frogs, to the Vesper Sparrow, to all Mother Nature's evening 
music we listen and dream — and in the midst of our dreaming stop to ask 
Mother or Father about things, where things come from and what they 
are here for. And some things seem so far away, and some things seem so 
near in this the twilight hour — our own hour. 

Twilight — and then night. 
But child hearts need not fear. 

For wee little folk are about — 
After the lights at home are out, 

And shy little feet scamper over the forest floor; 
Sweet is the night, and rich its childhood lore. 
For the shy little folk of the forest dim, 
And the shy little people of the field 

Are all under the care of Him 
Who teaches mankind little children to shield. 

Last night I went into the Forest. Moonbeam fairies brightened the 
path that leads towards the Cathedral and into the woods beyond. I went 
softly — and listened — and I heard the patter, patter of hurrying little feet 
scurrying over the woodland floor. Now and then I stopped very still and 
kept so for a few minutes — and saw these little folks who made those faint 
patterings and rustlings as they went this way and that. A Wood-rat scam- 
pered across my path. Farther along a Skunk moved from one log to an- 
other — 'twas no other than my chum o' two years, Julius Caesar Napoleon. 
It happened that I had some beetle grubs with me. A little ways I went and 
saw — a great Owl circling about. Seven trees and two logs distant I came 
upon the Flying Squirrel fairies. Down the path fifty paces and two stumps 
to the right were four dear Wood Mice. The night is wonderful. Over my 
head the tall Fir trees reached upward to the sky. Through their branches 



Moonbeam fairies came and glorified the tiny mosses and vines. Upon the 
harp-strings of these forest trees the wind musicians played sweet lullabies. 
A forest Moth and yet another I saw within the Cathedral. A Deer passed 
near me, and a little farther on I saw a Fawn. The brook was singing a 
night song — and the song which it sang in the night was as sweet as the 
song it sang through the day. Peace was in the forest — Peace was in my 
heart. Why should I fear the night or the darkness? God keeps His little 
folk of the forest — God keeps me. I love the night, its voices and its music, 
and the wee little folk about — and I trust in Him, and am happy. 
"The day is done, and the darkness 

Falls from the wings oi ^ight. 
As a feather is wafted downward 

From an eagle in his flight." — Longfellow. 

Now, some of the wee folk about after the lights at home are out are Owls 
— Long-eared Owls and Short-eared Owls, Barred Owls, Barn Owls and 
Spotted Owls, Horned Owls and Pygmy Owls, Saw-whet Owls and 

"Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, 
To-who, a merry note." — Shakespeare. 

And these are more of the folk about after the lights at home are out — 
Whip-poor-will, Flying Squirrels, White-footed Mice, and other mice, too. 
"The filmy shapes that haunt the dusk." — Tennyson, In Memoriam. 

Other folks about in the night are the Moths — those fairies who differ 
from the Butterflies in — 

Their antennae (horns) being not club-shaped, but fern-like or thread- 

Their bodies being more plump. 

Their manner of carrying their wings when at rest. 

Their time of activity — the Butterflies being on wing in the daytime, the 
majority of Moths at night, dusk and twilight of early morning. 

"The Sphinx is drowsy, her wings are furled." — Emerson. 

Among the dear fairy Moths on wing in the night time in different parts 
of this country are : Sphinx, Telea polyphemus, Samia cecropia, lo, Cyn- 
thia, Luna, Catocala and our Tiger Moth. 

"All diamonded with panes of quaint device, 

Innumerable, of stains, and splendid dyes, 

As are the Tiger Moth's deep damask wings." — Keats. 

Many others are there too — all those above I have raised from the egg — 
and known from babyhood to grown-up Mothhood — and in another Fairyland 
book to follow this are their life stories and portraits. 



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He's a dear fairy — Bat is. And he isn't blind, either. And he has the 
cutest pug-nose. His mouth is so pink. Flitter-Mice we children sometimes 
call them — for they are a little like dear mice with angel wings. Of course, 
grown-ups would not think that — but truly, the wing of a Bat is a wonderful 
thing. Now, the sensitive nerves in the wing of a Bat help him to know when 
objects are near — and he sails, he does, in between, under and over some 
things that folks, if they had wings, would bump into. You know of course that 
Bat fairy is a catcher of gnats and mosquitoes. It appears to me that as he 
sails along his mouth is open — which of course is an aid in scooping in more 
insects. Now, the fur of a Bat is soft as silk. Once I had three pet Bats — 
Aristotle, Plato and Pliny. Now, this I know — Bats are not dirty creatures, 
as some people suppose. It's wonderfully interesting to see how particular 
Bat fairy is about his personal cleanliness. My pet, Pliny, would take the 
edges of his wings in his mouth — and the way he went about cleaning them 
made it seem to me that they were like the rubber tissue the cook at the cook 
house uses in mending things. Pliny would scratch his head with his hind 
foot — too, he would wash his face with the fore part of his wing — and then 
lick this wash-cloth clean. I fed my Bats flies, gnats and mosquitoes (which 
I raised for the purpose in a rain-barrel — and which was destroyed when dis- 
covered by the grown-ups — as it should have been — although I didn't think I 
ought to have quite such a hard spanking for having this mosquito nursery — 
because I learned heaps about the great service Bats are to a community in 
consuming unlimited quantities of pest mosquitoes). The evening before 
the mosquito nursery was destroyed Aristotle ate and ate mosquitoes — until 
he ate so many that he died. It was because I wrote on his tombstone about 
his dying of the consuming of too many mosquitoes that the grown-ups learn- 
ed of my securing mosquitoes for his feeding by maintaining a mosquito nurs- 
ery. (Now, those mosquitoes were screened over so that they escaped not — 
but even screened-in mosquitoes for feeding unto Bats come under the con- 
demnation of grown-ups — and Grandpa explained to me why, so now I un- 
derstand. Anyw^ay, there are plenty of gnats and flies still at large for the 
feeding of Pliny and Plato.) It was a truly Fairyland way in which I found 
Plato and Pliny. You see, it was just this way — I had often fed their mother 
at my study window. Then several evenings she came and was gone again so 
quickly. One evening when awaiting her coming I noticed her stopping at a 
near-by Lilac bush. Quickly I stepped out of the window on the other side — 
and in a moment was at this bush. On a branch there hung two darling Baby 
Bats. You see, Baby Bats are born in July, and this was July time. Next 
evening she came to the window with them clinging to her neck. No, she 
didn't feed them insects. She cradled them in those soft wings of hers, and 
they nursed from her breasts. Later they would eat insects from my hand. 



So I love the early morning 

When dawn comes adorning 

These hills, these valleys, and these fields; 

And night her tender shadows and darkness yields 

Unto the coming of the dawn. 

Slowly across the east a cloud floats along — 

Here and yonder other birds break into song — 

The mountains are tinged with glory — 

The cloud floats on: 

The sun comes o'er the hills 

With tender wondrous beauty the valley fills — 

And on the grass 

Through which I pass 

Glimmer and shimmer the jewels of dew. 

I see them glisten as I listen 

To the Earth-folk talking along the way — 

So begins my day. 

As thus I listen and lift my eyes to the blue 

I feel deep, deep within me anew 

The glory, the gladness. 

The sweet and tender sadness 

Of God's good world. 

In the early morning 

There enters into my life 

The strength and the peace of my beloved mountains. 



I love the early morning. 

I love it for many things — 

For the pureness of the air, 

For the joy in life here and there, 

For the bird that early sings 

And to my heart a lasting joy brings — 

And to the world yet unawake 

Would inspiration give, and take 

Away distrust and fear. 

His singing here 

And at this hour 

Brings Our Father near 

Kindling within a faith sincere 

In His love and power — 

For as I listen longer 

My trust in Him grows stronger. 

This little woodland singer, 

He who sings at early dawn, is the bringer 

Of love and peace, and with these trust and rest, 

And all that we in life love best. 



"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 
Healthy, free, the world before me, 

The long brown path before me leading me where I choose, 
Strong and content I travel the open road." — Whitman. 

The Wayside — many fairies dwell there. And great is the joy that 
comes from knowing these fairies — knowing who they are, where they come 
from, to what families they belong, where their homes are builded, and little 
things about their every day life. Dear Folk are these along the way. 
Some are big and some are little. Some are short and some are tall. Some 
wing their way through the air whereas others grow from out the earth. 
Some hurry and scurry about. Others move more slowly. Some are dressed 
in colors bright and gray. Others are clad in sober shades that blend with 
Earth and Moss, and leaves 'round about them. Some are busy all day long 
— others turn night into day. Many and many are shy — Therefore go quietly 
among them. Keep your eyes open and listen. And going thus and watch- 
ing so, every minute will be filled with interest — for numberless are the 
fairies along the way, the fairies you may see and know every day. 

And the things recorded in this chapter and in this book are as 
I have watched them from hour to hour throughout all the days of my child- 
hood. A notebook in my pocket (wherein was carried food for Birds and 
many other fairies) and a pencil were my constant companions on my Nature 
walks. Because so much I wanted to help other Girls and Boys find the 
same big joy in God's great out-of-doors that I was daily finding, I carefully 
wrote down the little things of the everyday life of the field and forest as 
I watched them. I felt that my life work was the helping of people — little 
folk and the grown-up folk, too, who hadn't grown up too much — to find the 
big and abiding joy in companionship with the everyday things around 
them in the out-of-doors. So I have been working on this, book all these 
years. And the things herein recorded are as I have found them and as you 
may find them. Of the wonderful happiness that will be yours in the find- 
ing of them I cannot tell in words. It is so big that it fills each day with 
an abiding joy in life, with faith in the people about you, with trust in God 
— and helps you to overcome ,the difficulties along the way. So the compan- 
ionship with God in the great outdoors has meant to my life, and so it may 
mean in yours. As you go along the way — keep your eyes open and listen. 

"There is ever a song somewhere, my dear 
Be the skies above or dark or fair, 

There is ever a song that our hearts may hear — 
There is ever a song somewhere." 

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"I see my way as birds their trackless way. 

I shall arrive, — what time, what circuit first, 

I ask not: but unless God send His hail 

Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, 

In some time. His good time, I shall arrive; 

He guides me and the bird. In His good time." — Browning. 

The birds are coming North again. From day to day new ones wt see 
— and seeing them we think and wonder about their finding their way from 
lands far distant. 

March 3rd — Saw five Velvet-Cloak Butterflies — they whose other names 
are Vanessa Antiopa, Morning-Cloak, and Camberwell Beauty. Did you 
know that these fairies hibernate during the winter? They came to the 
saucers of sweetened water we placed on two fence-posts for them. 

"I heard the woodpecker pecking. 
The bluebird tenderly sing; 
I turned and looked out of the window, 
And lo, it was Spring." 

The March winds come and the March winds go — and we children love 
them so. For, O, how good it feels to race along the road with the wind 
tossing one's curls. And I truly think there's many a fairy that likes to 
scamper about when March winds blow. 

Which ever way the wind doth blow, 
Some heart is glad to have it so; 
Then blow it east or blow it west. 

The wind that blows, that wind is best." 

March 9th — Johnny-jump-up is here and Johnny-jump-up is there. O, who 
is this Johnny-jump-up? He is a member of the Violet family, of course. 
And his petals they are yellow. And the sight of him brings joy to we chil- 
dren's hearts. 

March 17th — Shooting Stars are in blossom. We children counted one 
hundred and three on the way from school — and left them blooming there 
— those quaint, purple-pink flowers, with their nice little noses. Other 
names have they beside Shooting Star — Bird Bills, Prairie Pointers, Crow's 
Bills and American Cowslip. They belong to the Primrose family. Have 
you watched the Bumble-bees come to the blossoms? 

"March! march! march! They are coming. 

In troops to the tune of the wind: 
Red-headed woodpeckers drumming, 

Grold-crested thrushes behind, 
Sparrows in brown jackets hopping 

Past every gateway and door; 
Finches with crimson caps stopping 

Just where they stopped years before." — Larcum. 



"Under a budding hedge I hid while April rain went by 

But little raindrops came slipping through, fresh from a laughing sky; 
A-many little scurrying drops, laughing the song they sing 
Soon found me where I sought to hide, and pelted me with Spring" — O. Sheet 

Now is March time — but truly April rain is here. I was prancing along 
clown the road with Isaiah, the Shepherd Dog; Mary Jane, who used to be a 
little Lamb, but who is now a grown-up fairy — and with me were also seven- 
teen Wooly Bear caterpillars who have been napping through the winter — 
well, we were caught in April rain, and we liked its music, and to feel the 
raindrops trickle down over our noses. (The Wooly Bear Caterpillars I held 
out that they might have a shower bath.) 

"It is the first mild day of March ; 

Each minute sweeter than before, 

The redbreast sings from the tall larch 

That stands beside our door. 

Love, now a universal birth, 

From heart to heart is stealing, 

From earth to man, from man to earth: 

— It is the hour of feeling." — Wordsworth. 

Little Lamb fairies were playing about to-day. We children love Lamb 
fairies. Our pet Lamb's name is Mary Jane — we raised her on the bottle — 
and now that she is older grown she wanders away to feed alone — but at 
evening time she comes to romp — and glad times we all have together. 
Mary Jane and Isaiah, the Shepherd Dog, are very good friends. Mary Jane 
scampers along at the heels of Isaiah as he brings the cows home to the pas- 
ture bars — and sometimes (the times Fm not scampering along beside Mary 
Jane) I sit on the gate post and wait for her and Isaiah. 

"The children whirl around in a ring, 
And laugh and sing, and dance and sing; 
But the blackbird whistles clear, O clear: 
"The Spring, the Spring!"— Wheelock. 

March time is seed planting time for some Baby Seeds. To-day in the 
garden we have planted them there — dear little fairies to be are wrapped 
up in the tiny things there. My — but isn't this a wonderful Fairyland? 

"A seed we say is a simple thing, 
The germ of a flower or weed, — 
But all earth's workman, laboring 
With all the help that wealth could bring, 
Never could make a seed." 



"There is no glory in star or blossom 

Till looked upon by a loving eye; 
There is no fragrance in April breezes 

'Till breathed with joy as they wander by." — Bryant. 

April 7th — Don't you love to watch the Swallow fairies? How wonderful 
it would be to sail through the air as they do, but truly it is wonderful to 
watch them. And how well suited are they for their life in the air. Have 
you noticed how large a Baby Swallow's mouth is when ready to leave the 
bird house? (The ones I have in mind are Tree Swallows, who were born 
and raised in one of our bird houses.) It seemed to me that their mouths 
being large that way would be of an advantage in getting their insect food 
in the air as they do. We children love this verse about the Swallows : 

"Thou art a nursling of the air, 
No earthly food makes up thy fare 
But soaring things, both frail and rare, 
Fit diet of a fairy." — Burroughs. 

April 8th — While feeding the Chickens just before I started to school 
this morning, three Rabbits came, one after another, from the Vine Maple 
thicket and ate of the food I scattered for the Chickens. One of them, the 
least one of all, seemed to like best of all the little bits of apple peelings. 

"The pussy-cat bird has the blackest of bills, 
With which she makes all her trebles and trills; 
She can mimic a robin or sing like a wren. 
And I truly believe she can cluck like a hen ; 
And sometimes you dream that her song is a word. 
Then quickly again — she's a pussy-cat bird." 

"The pussy-cat bird wears a gown like a nun, 

But she's chirk as a squirrel and chock-full of fun. 

She lives in a house upon Evergreen Lane, — 

A snug little house, although modest and plain; 

And never a puss that was happier purred 

Than the feathered and winged little pussy-cat bird." 

The first time we heard one we thought a poor kitty was calling for 
someone, and we hurried along. So we found the Cat-bird, that fairy so 
named because of his call-note. He's a funny bird, he's a dainty bird, he's a 
graceful bird; but sometimes he looks as though he had lost every friend in 
the world, as he sits with drooping wings and tail. We children wish very 
much that he had been named for his song rather than his call notes. His 
song is just wonderful. Sometimes around two and three o'clock on Spring 
mornings Mother hears a stir in our room and comes in to find we children 
sitting in our night-gowns on the window-sills listening to the Cat-bird's 
morning song — very early morning song. 



Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird, 
Blue-coated, — flying before from tree to tree. 
Courageous sing a delicate overture 
To lead the tardy concert of the year. — Emerson. 

April — Along the way we watched them to-day — God's little messen- 
gers of love and happiness — Bluebirds, cousins of Robin and Hermit Thrush. 
In our Fairyband each child chooses its name from some beloved fairy in 
the out-of-doors. More choose "Bluebird" than any other. Soon we shall 
be having, as we have had in other years, wonderful times assisting Mother 
and Father Bluebirds in feeding their babies. 

April 10th — The minister made a mistake in his sermon the other day. 
He told of the worms climbing by means of their many legs upwards on 
beautiful plants. Now we children all know that worms have no legs. I 
think what he meant to say was caterpillars ; and I'm really sure that's what 
he intended, for he spoke of God changing them into beautiful Butterflies. 
Now, God, Himself, knows that he doesn't make Butterflies out of worms. 
He makes them out of caterpillars — soft, velvety ones, and fuzzy ones. 

April 15th — Saw sixteen Monarch Butterflies today. It is good to see 
them about again. 

April 17th — Among the rocks between the road and the river dwell the 
Columbines, cousins of Buttercup and Wind Flower. To the bright red 
blossoms of these Columbines come Hummingbirds — and each year we chil- 
dren sit quietly near and watch these and other fairies come and go. 

"The graceful columbine, all blushing red, 
Bends to the earth her crown 
Of honey laden bells." 

April 23rd — Every day we see them somewhere — those English Sparrows 
— and 'tis no welcome in our hearts we have for them, for in the winter they 
come unto the Birds' Christmas Trees and feeding tables, taking food that 
was meant for others and fighting others away. In the Spring they try to 
keep our gentle Swallows and Bluebirds from the houses we have builded 
for them, and they never are in harmony with the singing fairies hereabout. 

"So dainty in plumage and hue, a study in gray and brown; 

How little, how little we know the pest he would prove to the town. 

From dawn until daylight grows dim, perpetual chatter and scold. 

No winter migration for him — not even afraid of the cold! 

Scarce a song bird he fails to molest, belligerent, meddlesome thing; 

Wherever he goes as a guest, he is sure to remain as a king." — Forsyth. 



"May is building her house. From the dust of things 

She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings; 

From October's tossed and trodden gold 

She is making the young year out of the old; 

She is making all the summer sweet, 

And the brown leaves spumed of November's feet 

She is changing back again to spring's." — Richard Le Gallienne. 

May 6th — will make me a garden by the side of the road where the 
Children of Men pass by." So I made me a garden by the side of the road, 
and the Children of Men passing by come into the garden to learn — to learn 
of the Fairyland 'round about us. Today it rained and afterwards we 
watched the Earthworms — they who are among the most wonderful fairies 
on earth, for great is the service they render to us as millions of them are 
daily plowing the earth. Mother Nature's little farmers are they, and their 
work has been going on for ages. Yesterday and the day before that we 
located fifty-seven burrows of Earthworms in the garden. They are also 
called Angle-worms, being much used as fish bait; but we children prefer 
to leave them to plow the garden. Have you found their eggs under rocks 
on damp soil? And have you not met them crawling about on sidewalks 
after a rain? 

May 9th — We found Butterfly eggs today — eggs of X'elvet Cloak. They 
were on willow twigs near the ends, in rows around the twig, and looked 
like tiny jewels. 

O, the little Red Maids by the roadside are opening their satiny petals 
in the sun. We children like them just for the joy of seeing them and when 
flowering days are over we gather the seeds for David and Jonathan, two pet 
Doves, who are very fond of these Portulaca seeds. Red Maids also have 
another name — Calandrina — and cattle like their leaves to eat and also some 
people use them for salad. 

May 11th — I watched a Monarch Butterfly laying her eggs on the Milk- 
weed today. She laid them one at a time on the under side of the leaves. 
Do you know why she lays them on the Milkweed? Long time ago I 
wondered about it, and took some of the leaves home to find out — keeping 
them fresh until the green eggs hatched five days later. The little cater- 
pillars were certainly hungry, for the first thing they ate were the egg- 
shells out of which they had come. Then they began to eat the Milkweed 
leaves; and then I understood why their mother had placed those eggs upon 
the Milkweed leaves. Each year since then I have raised Monarch Butterflies. 
And we children plant for them Milkweeds in the garden. 



"Every tongue of Nature sings; 

The air is palpitant with wings." — Thompson. 

There is music in the stream, in the patter of the rain ; and the wind 
plays upon the harpstrings of the trees. And our little brothers of the air 
tell in song the whole day long of His great love everywhere. And other 
musicians, too, the Frogs, Crickets, Toads, Beetles, and Katy-dids, take their 
part in earth's chorus. 

\\'e have had such a wonderful exploration trip today — just a-seeking 
for different members of the Plant Kingdom. You see, there are many dif- 
ferent ones — Trees, and Flowers. Among the Flowering Plants are 
Grasses and Cat-tails, though some grown-ups do not realize that Grasses 
have flowers. And then there are those many flowerless plants — Ferns, 
Mosses, Liverworts, Lichens, Algae and Fungi. 

May 17th — Found baby caterpillars of the V^elvet-Cloak Butterfly feed- 
ing on willow leaves. 

I thought I heard a Gnatcatcher — Is that a Blue Jay? — Why, a squirrel 
is calling near. No — it is the Mockingbird, he who is the cousin of Wrens 
and Thrashers, he who sings through the day his own song and also the 
songs of others, he who also sings in the night time. How we children joy 
to hear his song night or day. We love this verse about him: 

"Soft and low the song began: I scarcely caught it as it ran 
Through the melancholy trill of the plaintive whip-poor-will, 
Through the ringdove's gentle wail, chattering jay and whistling quail 
Sparrow's twitter, catbird's cry, redbird's whistle, robin's sigh; 
Blackbird, bluebird, swallow, lark; each his native note might mark. 
Oft he tried the lesson o'er, each time louder than before; 
Burst at length the finished song, loud and clear it poured along." 

There's a nest in the Monkey tree that grows to the west of the house. 
Of thorny sticks it was made and a soft lining of cotton it has. In it were 
four bluish eggs spotted with reddish brown — and out of these eggs came 
four little birds. These four little birds, they like earthworms, berries and 
insects. Their scientific name is Mimus polyglottos leucopterus. We learned 
this verse about the song their father sang before their coming. (He doesn't 
have so much time to sing just now.) 

"An arrow, feathery, alive, he darts and sings, — 
Then with a sudden skimming dive of striped wings 
He finds a pine and, debonnair, makes with his mate 
All birds that ever rested there articulate; 
The whisper of a multitude of happy wings 
Is 'round him, a returning brood, each time he sings. 
Though heaven be not for them or him, yet he is wise, 
And daily tiptoes on the rim of Paradise." 




This has been a tragical day. Yesterday I discovered Heron Town in 
treetops seven miles away (which isn't very far when 'tis something you are 
Tery much interested in). I hurried home to tell the others about this won- 
derful town in the treetops (why those skyscrapers Glen Hankins was tell- 
ing about could not be much ahead of Heron Town), but when I reached 
home no one was interested in Herons. There was company, and furthermore 
"little girls should be seen and not heard." The only time anyone seemed in- 
terested was at bedtime, when mother and father forbid me to try climbing 
to Heron Town. (It's awful to have an exploring, climbing spirit and to 
have it suppressed.) I think the tragedy really began last night with their 
forbidding my climbing to Heron Town. Why, all the way home I had been 
thinking of finding out about Heron home life and of assisting mother and 
father Herons in feeding the babies. And how in the world was one to feed 
baby Herons unless one climbed up to their cradles? I thought about so 
many things to be found out about the way a Heron lives, and kept think- 
ing, and I dreamed last night that I was in Heron Town. And this morn- 
ing I got up before anyone else in the house was up and went to the pantry 
and to the garden, and took my breakfast along with me. Also I took 
along Belshazzer (one of my pet frogs), Shep (the dog), Solomon Rheo- 
boam (the pet skunk), and Plato (the pet turtle). Thus we started for 
Heron Town — Plato and Belshazzer in my apron pockets, being as they 
could not travel at the pace Solomon Rheoboam, Shep and I travel. 

When I arrived at the trees in whose tops Heron Town was located I 
once more shared what remained of my breakfast with my companions, and 
leaving all but Belshazzer at the foot of the tree, I started upwards. It was 
considerable more than a hundred feet above the ground and a very hard 
climb, so that before I reached the village I had fully decided that if I was 
going to assist in feeding baby Herons I would need larger pockets to carry 
food in. When I was almost at the first big nest (there were heaps of 
others), I took Belshazzer out of my pocket and set him on the nearest limb 
until I could get balanced and settled down for observation; but right then 
and there a Heron gobbled him up, and it surprised me so that I lost a part 
of my balance and started earthward — and on my way I decided right then 
and there that if baby Herons were to be fed upon such a diet I would with- 
draw my offer of assistance made on the previous day. I didn't get quite to 
earth, because I lodged on a limb on the way down. Then I began the climb 
all over again and had the most wonderful day at Heron Town. The homes 
were just platforms of sticks — Herons are not neat housekeepers, and the 
babies are gawky and squawky ; but it was a wonderful feeling one had being 
up among them. I'm not sure whether baby Herons like being cuddled or 
not. I tried to cuddle two, one in each arm, but they squawked so much I 



almost lost my balance again. Some nests had eggs in them — three and 
four bluish green ones. And some were queer-looking things who had not 
been long out of the eggs. There were so many things happening in Heron 
Town — folks coming and going all the time — every minute was so exciting. 
Fd like to have stayed there all night ; but toward evening I began to get so 
hungry — it seemed years since I had had anything to eat. (Fd only kept a 
weenty bit of my breakfast and had given the most of it to the other folks 
about me.) 

I arrived home just at supper time, and was reminded that it was a 
school day — a fact which I had forgotten all about. Also I was reminded 
that my apron was torn in four places — a fact I had not noticed. That I had 
been to Heron Town was made known by my torn apron before I had time 
to open my mouth and tell them about the wonderfulness of being up there 
with the baby Herons so far above the world. 

May 22nd — Fm having little bits of troubles at school every day — just 
because the school curriculum and my nature study do not fit in together. 
And sometimes what seems like a big trouble in the end brings me a friend. 
Today the trouble was mostly about caterpillars. I hunted them on the way 
to school and found seventeen ; but I arrived at school nine minutes after the 
tardy bell rang. That wasn't the worst of it, though, because in the after" 
noon some way they escaped from my desk. I sit in a seat partnership with 
Mable, who neither likes caterpillars nor our teacher — and she told me con- 
fidentially that it was not especially because she did not like the caterpillars 
that she shoved them out of the desk ; but mostly because she hoped it would 
make the creepers go up teacher's spine — but teacher was a hero and helped 
me to find every one of those truant caterpillars after school let out. (Of 
course she didn't pick them up — I did the picking up.) Teacher admitted that 
she was afraid of caterpillars, because they were such dreadfully creepy 
things Then I told her how velvety they were and how wonderful they were — 
and all about my caterpillar farm. When I finished telling her about them I 
held out the big green velvety one that was going to be a Luna Moth and let 
her feel how velvety it was. Afterwards she went part way home with me 
and helped me to gather walnut leaves for the velvety green one that was go- 
ing to be a Luna Moth, oak leaves for three who were going to be White Ad- 
miral Butterflies, and Monkey Flower leaves for seven who were going to 
be Checker-spot Butterflies. 

May 24th — Along the way to school to-day I saw Bluebirds, Robins, 
Blackbirds, Song Sparrows, Towhees, Monarch Butterflies, Chipping Spar- 
rows, Swallowtail Butterflies, three Chipmunks, one Gray Squirrel, and three 
Carabadae Beetles. I was almost late to school. 



By the side of the road where the Children of Men pass by there is my 
Hummingbird garden. That these fairies may come again and again I've 
planted there for them the flowers that they love — Trumpet Flower, Cardinal 
Flower, Oswego Tea, Columbine, Honeysuckle, Painted Cup, Nasturtiums, 
and Gladiolas. 'Tis now the second year of this flower garden; and many times 

With dizzy wings and dainty craft, 
In green and gold, the humming-bird 
Dashed here and there, and touched and quaffed 
The honey-dew, then flashed and whirred 
And vanished like a feathered shaft 
That glitters from a random bow. 
Minutest of the feathered kind, 
Possessing every charm combin'd, 
Nature, in forming thee, design'd 

That thou should'st be 
A proof within how little space 
She can confine such perfect grace, 
Rendering thy lovely fairy race 

Beauty's epitome. 
Thy burnished colors to bestow 
Her pencil in the heavenly bow 
She dipp'd and made thy plumes to glow 
With every hue. 

May 29th — Today and yesterday along the way we found upon Sicky 
Monkey Flower plants little bristly black caterpillars with big appetites — 
little caterpillars who had but recently come out of tiny eggs that were pale 
yellowish when first they were laid by Mother Checker-spot Butterfly upon 
the Monkey Flower plant. It was only last year that we raised from the 
eggs one hundred and one butterflies like Checker-spot, whose other name is 
Melitaea Chalcedon. 

May 30th — Saw six little Pig fairies by the road today. Of course Pig 
fairies are interesting. What does a Pig use his nose for beside to smell 
with? What do you think a Pig wallows in the mud for? How does he 
take his bath? Have you fed acorns to Pigs? Do you know the different 
kinds of Pigs when you see them — Yorkshire, Cheshire, Poland-China. 
Duroc-Jersey, and Berkshire? Have you had a pet Pig? I once had a 
little Poland-China pet who was very fond of going on nature walks along 
the road, and stopping at the oak grove. She sometimes went to school with 
me, which displeased the teacher, but pleased all the pupils. We learned 
this rhyme about Pigs (of course all grown-up Pigs are not lumps of in- 

"The nice little pig with its curly tail. 

As soft as satin and pinky pale, 

Is a very different thing by far 

From the lumps of iniquity big pigs are." 



"Little Diogenes, bearing your tub, whither away so gay, 

With your eyes on stalks and a foot that walks, tell me this, I pray: 

Is it an honest snail you seek that makes you go so slow; 

And over the edges of all things peek, have you found him, I want to know 

Or do you go slow because you know your house is neat and tight? 

And there is no hurry and surely no worry lest you stay out late at night?** 

May 28th — Really Snail fairies are n ery interesting — of course they can 
not hurry rapidly about. (But could we if we had, like the Snail, only one 
foot?) And his horns — they are no horns at all. Truly his eyes are on the 
end of these two stalks. I wonder how it would feel if you and I had our 
eyes on stalks. And really though he has but one foot — that foot is a won- 
der. And the palace he carries about with him — now isn't Snail as wonderful 
a fairy as the magicians of fairy stories — for Snail takes his house right 
along with him. When danger threatens he withdraws himself into his 
palace. Have you raised Snails from babyhood? I find their eggs in masses 
under old decaying leaves. Snail eggs are as big as the small peas that grow 
in Grandma's garden. And these eggs, in which were the Baby Snails to be, 
were almost transparent when I found them. When Baby Snails first hatched 
each had a tiny shell — and as baby grew the shell grew too. So I beheld the 
growing of a palace, spire by spire. "Snail Nursery" was in a large box, 
with soil and moss and leaves (dampened ones) in the bottom. For break- 
fast, dinner ,and supper my Baby Snails, who were to be grown up Snails 
some day, were served vegetables and fruits. This year we have twenty- 
seven Snail Babies. (Did you know that Mother and Father Snail are one 
and the same fairy dwelling in one Snail shell?) But about our Baby Snails 
— we brought out the Bible and the Ancient History and after much discus- 
sion selected their names. The responsibility of selecting names is enor- 
mous and growing from year to year — as the number of Butterfly, Moth, 
Beetle, Toad, Frog, Snake, and other fairies raised from the eggs increases 
and friendships made with Birds, Squirrels, and Skunks grow. Then there 
are the scientific names — it is so interesting to know them. Scientifically 
those twenty-seven Baby Snails are Epiphragmophora fidelis. 

May 29th — We met a number of Wild Radish fairies today. Their 
ancestors dwelt in the gardens here about and these, their chlidren, have 
traveled beyond the gardens. Did you know that Radish is a cousin to Mus- 
tard, Spring Beauty, Rock Cress and Lace Pod? 

May 30th — The Wren, the little darling House Wren, has chosen one of 
our bird-houses for her home — and we are just as happy as can be. First we 
watched her bringing tiny twigs — then soft feathers. That was several days 
ago. Now there are five dear little eggs in the nest. We can hardly wait 
until they hatch, for it's so much fun helping with a Wren nursery. 




Come here! come here! Summer is on the way! 
The Oriole is calling in the blossom-time of May. 

We saw to-day along the way seven Snails, three Toads, five Swallowtail 
Butterflies, and three Blues, five Robins, eighteen Blackbirds, and one Oriole. 

"At some glad moment was it nature's choice 
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?" 

We had a happy time, and on our way home we learned this verse about the 
Oriole. (It is so interesting to learn each day some verse about some fairy — 
in that way we make them our own.) 

"I know his name, I know his note, 

That so with rapture takes my soul; 
Like flame the gold beneath his throat. 

His glossy cap is black as coaU 
O, Oriole, it is the song you sang me from the cottonwood; 

Too young to feel that I was young. 
Too glad to guess if life were good." — Wm. Dean Howells. 

May 31st — Saw Fairy-ring Mushrooms on the way to school. In groups 
and circles were these fairies, whose scientific name is Marasmius oreades. 

"And the people said when they saw them there, 

The Fairy umbrellas out in the rain: 

*0 Spring has come, so sweet and so fair. 

For there are those odd little toadstools again.' " 

I found Romeo, a little street waif, one day in the factory district — to- 
jfether we found the caterpillars — soft, velvety ones. And Romeo was not 
long in making the discovery that there was more jolly fun m raising cat- 
erpillars than playing in the street. Soon several of his chums made the 
same discovery and down slum way on a corner — a wee, tiny corner — was 
this sign : "This way to the Caterpillar Farm," and the way led into Romeo's 
back yard. 

At the caterpillar farm were caterpillars who were going to be — that 
18, when they were grown up — Swallowtails, beautiful yellow and black 
ones, and Blues, and Silvers. 

There were eggs and butterflies laying eggs, too. There were cradles 
in which were the Monarch Butterflies to be. 

Best of all at Caterpillar farm were the happy hearts. 

"New courage, nobler vision, will survive 
That I have known my kinship to the flower, 
My brotherhood with rain, and in this vale 
Have been a moment's friend to all alive." — Holley. 



Day by day along the road we learn the bigger things of life, we gaim 
a larger vision and find new inspiration in companionship with — 

"God of the open air." 

"The little cares that fretted me, 

I lost them yesterday, 
Among the fields, above the sea, 

Among the winds at play; 
Among the lowing of the herds, 

The rustling of the trees. 
Among the singing of the birds, 

The humming of the bees." 

"The foolish fears of what may happen, 

I cast them all away 
Among the clover-scented grass, 

Among the new-mown hay; 
Among the rustling of the com. 

Where the drowsy poppies nod, 
Where ill thoughts die and good are born. 

Out in the fields with God." 

Among the willows I saw him — saw that darling fairy warbler — he 
whose throat is yellow, he who wears a black mask, he who is the cousin 
of many Wood Warblers. Among the weed stalks I have found their cradle 
made of many grasses. Western Yellowthroat is his name — Geothlypis tri- 
chas occidentalis, his scientific name. We children love this verse about the 
song of the Yellow-throat fairies. (His cousin in the east is called Mary- 
land Yellowthroat.) 

"There's magic in the small bird's note — 
See — there he flits — the Yellow-throat; 
A living sunbeam, tipped with wings, 
A spark of light that shines and sings 
Witchery — ^witchery — ^witchery." 

Learning things is so interesting — sometimes, which is very often, it is 
hard — and we have many things to overcome in learning things. But I am 
always happy just to a-learning day by day, for God's world is filled with 
wisdom all 'round about us. Other fairy folk are learning too. Early this 
morning I quietly watched a wee Birdie a-learning to sing. 

"The little bird sits in the nest and sings 

A shy, soft song to the morning light; 

And it flutters a little and primes its wings. 

The song is halting, and poor, and brief, 

And the fluttering wings scarce stir a leaf, 

But the note is prelude to sweeter things 

And the busy bill and the flutter slight. 

Are proving the wings for a bolder flight!" — Paul Dunbar. 



"The breeze warbles and the mute, still air 
Is music slumbering on her instrument." 

June — St. John's Wort is blooming, he who dwells in Europe and Asia 
as well as our own America, he to whom many virtues are ascribed — and 
whose blossoms for many generations have been hung by European peasants 
in their windows to keep away evil, and lightning, and witches. Too, upon 
June 24th, St. John's day, they gathered this plant and used it as a balm for 
many ills. It came to our land from across the sea. 'Tis a bit of sunshine by 
the wayside. 

What does a Toad like to eat? The best way to find out is to watch. 
And if one has a great many things to do and has not much time to go afield 
one can bring Toad eggs from the pond and raise one's own Toads in one's 
own garden. This is what I have been doing — and so as I went about 
in my garden, hoeing and weeding, I have learned that Toads eat — Snails, 
Slugs, Cutworms, Earthworms, Sowbugs, Caterpillars, Beetles, and Flies. 
Sir Toad, like all Toads, has a wonderful tongue. Watch him catch a fly. 

It seemeth to me that Flicker hath a goodly number of names — Red- 
hammer, High-hole, Woodpecker, and Colaptes cafer collaris. Flicker is 
not particular about a mansion for a home — his youngsters are cradled in 
an old snag near the road. Fortunately for me another old snag tumbled 
against this snag, and I was able to climb upon the fallen snag to a stub of 
a limb upon the tree in which the Flickers dwell. Not many days ago there 
were eight white eggs in that old snag — and now — well those wee bits of 
humanity consume unmeasurable amounts of Ants, Grasshoppers, and ber- 
ries. Why I have been late twice this week at school just because one 
pocketfull of food called for another. They have yaruping concerts — all 
joining in from the youngest to the oldest. The other day I gathered wild 
strawberries for Grandma. On my way home I stopped at Flicker Apart- 
ments, and fearing that something might happen to the bucket of berries, 
if left below, I crawled up the snag with the bucket on my arm. I gave 
Least Flicker a strawberry. He was pleased and shouted "Yar-up!" Then 
all his brothers and sisters did the same. Soon my berries were almost gone. 
They like strawberries like I like potatoes. Flickers are such friendly 
fairies. As soon as they discovered the source of supply they scrambled 
over my apron sleeves to the bucket. Then I scooted down the tree and 
picked some more berries for Grandma. 

June 9th — Today I found the first eggs of Vanessa huntera, the Hunter's 
Butterfly. There were five yellowish-green eggs on top of five different 
leaves of Everlasting plant. Last year the first eggs I found on June 1st, and 
the tiny caterpillars from these grew rapidly and soon changed to the chrysa- 
lis stage — then on July 14th into grownup Hunter's Butterflies. 



"The flower thine eye beholdest today 

Hath in God's spirit bloomed eternally." — Angelus Silossius, 1650. 

June 7th — By wayside and on hillside near is blooming now "Farewell 
to Spring." Godetia of the Evening Primrose family — Godetia, cousin of 
Willow Herb, Taraxia and Clarkia, with four satiny pink petals 

June 12th — *Tis the time of Bouncing Bet and she blooms along the 
way. Cousin of Campion, Cockle and Chickweed is she. To her blossoms 
at evening come the Sphinx Moth fairies. It was some years ago that her 
ancestors dwelt in Grandmother's garden ; but their children became rest- 
less and went over the garden wall. Now we meet their descendants by 
the wayside. Watch the little Bee fairies that come unto this fairy for 

June 15th — When Grandma went out to look at her sassafras today she 
found a twig chiffoned over so she called me — they all do when they find 
pieces of chiffon tied over the twigs. I put that particular piece of chiffon 
around that particular twig that I might better observe the ways of three 
pale green little fairies who looked as if Jack Frost had been stroking his 
fingers over their backs. Grandma was not pleased because they put their 
beaks into the twig and pumped the sap. The one that pumped the hardest I 
named Ormenis Pumper, the Great — and the next one, Ormenis Pumper, the 
Lesser — and the least one of all, Ormenis, the Little Silver Hopper. You 
see "Ormenis" is their scientific name. (Grandfather says they have also 
another name, "Frosted Lightning Hopper"). They are relatives of the Lan- 
tern flies. 

June 23rd — Velvet Plant, traveler from another land, is blooming by 
the roadside now ; and to the flowers come Bees, and also flies. We like 
its yellow blossoms ; but best of all we like its velvety leaves and we think 
that this coat of felt upon its leaves helps to protect them from the cold 
in winter (Have you found its velvety rosettes in January?) and the heat 
in summer. Long ago the Greeks and Romans made lampwicks of the 
Mullein's dried leaves. In Europe and Asia "Velvet Plant" dwells today 
as well as in our own America. This Mullein, called "Great Mullein," is a 
cousin of Moth Mullein, Monkey Flower, Foxglove and Indian Paint 
Brush — all these being members of Figwort family. 

June 16th — Saw him by the road this afternoon — heard him first — 
"Towhee, Towhee." He was in the thicket and then he was scratching 
among the leaves. Saw him eat two beetles and three grasshoppers. This 
Towhee fairy is a cousin of Goldfinch, Song Sparrow, Grosbeak, Junco and 
Indigo Bunting. 



June 9th — June time is Rose time. Wild Roses and Sweetbrier are bloom- 
ing along the way. We children love to stop and watch them and leave 
them blooming there. Flower-friends are such lovely fairies, and do you 
know the most joy comes from leaving them blooming where we find them? 
Sometimes it is well to gather a few to carry to those who cannot come 
out unto the flowers — but best of all is the abiding joy that comes from loving 
them and leaving them in blossom where we find them. Have you learned 
a part of what the poets have written about Rose fairies? Did you know 
that Strawberry, Bridal Wreath, Cherry and Meadowsweet are all cousins 
of the Rose ? 

June 15th — Ladybird Beetles — just the name has so much in it. And 
the grown-ups, they said just the word "Ladybird" takes them back again 
to when they were little boys and girls and sang "Ladybird, fly away home." 
And do you know one of the best things has happened — we have a Lady- 
bird nursery with Ladybirds in all stages of growth ; the little yellow 
eggs, the queer velvety, warty and spotted larvae who came out of like eggs, 
the cradles, and grown-up Ladybirds — and the wonderful thing about it all 
is that no one has scolded us, not even a tiny bit. You see last year, when 
the plant lice were in armies upon two of Grandpa's favorite apple trees, we 
took from our nursery many larvae that were to be Ladybirds when they 
grew up, and placed them among the plant lice on the apple trees. Now, if 
there is one thing a baby Ladybird or a grown-up Ladybird likes it is plant- 
lice. Those Ladybirds-to-be had a great feast on each apple tree; and we 
children won the day. All opposition to our Ladybird nursery was with- 
drawn — so in this our second year we have a flourishing nursery. Why don't 
you have a Ladybird nursery? Have you looked for their eggs and larvae 
on cherry, apple, or other trees and plants infested with plant-lice? 

To-day we have found nine Robin's nests : seven in Fir trees, one in the 
Apple tree, and one in the Cherry tree. We said this verse softly to Mother 
Robin in Cherry tree. We helped to feed her babies last month, and she 
knows us. 

"We have a secret, just we three, 

The robin and I and the sweet cherry tree; 

The bird told the tree and the tree told me. 

And nobody knows it but just we three; 

But of course the robin knows it best, 

Because he built it — I shan't tell the rest; 

And laid the four little — somethings in it — 

I am afraid I shall tell it every minute. 

But if the tree and the robin don't peep, 

I'll try my best the secret to keep; 

Though I know when the little birds fly about. 

Then the whole secret will be out." 



"Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 

Loved the wood-rose and left it on its stalk? 

O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine." — Emerson. 

June 2nd — A wonderful jewel we saw today — the plump chrysalis of a 
Monarch Butterfly. Emerald green with a few gold dots — there it hung 
like an ear-drop on the old rail fence. 

"The old rail fence, with aimless angles 

Curved round the scented fields of old; 
And wild blown vines in quaintest tangles 

Bloomed there in purple and in gold." 

June 3rd — O the wonders of this Fairyland — we find them everyday in 
the field and along the way. To-day — early in the morning — we were about 
looking at the work of the Fairy Builders — they who make of silk suspen- 
sion bridges and wonderful webs. There were jewel dew-drops on the webs 
of the Spider fairies. Have you watched them make their webs? 

"Here shy Arachne winds her endless thread, 

And weaves her silken tapestry unseen, 
Veiling the rough-hewn timbers overhead, 

And looping gossamer festoons between." — Elizabeth Akers. 

Saw to-day some queer little flowerless fairies, which looked like tiny- 
bird's nest containing eggs. They are called bird's-nest fungi — and what 
looks like a tiny nest is really the cradle of the Baby Spores, who will be 
when they grow up, Nidulariales. 

Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the primroses won 

Lookin' oot o' their leaves like wee sons o' the sun 

Whaur the wild roses shine like flickers o' flame, 

And fa' at the touch wi' a dainty shame; 

Whaur the bee swings ower the white, clovery sod, 

And the butterfly flits like a stray thocht o' God."— MacDonald. 

June 9th — This evening we watched the Primroses blossom along the 
road — they who are cousins of Star-flower and Cyclamen. Last winter we 
found along the way the rosettes of their leaves. As we lingered near them 
tonight Sphinx-moths came unto the blossoms. It was only last year that 
upon a Primrose plant growing in a garden there lived and grew three cater- 
pillars who became dainty Alaria florida moths — they who are pollen-car- 
riers of evening Primrose fairies. 

Children came 

To watch the primrose blow. Silent they stood. 
Hand clasped in hand, in breathless hush around 
And saw her shyly doff her soft green hood 

And blossom — with a silken burst of sound." — Margaret Deland. 



"Thou art only a gray and sober dove, 

But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love." — Lanier. 

Along the road today we found the home of Mourning Dove, and it 
was in a tree on a branch twelve feet up from the ground. In it were two 
eggs — two white ones. The nest itself was not in keeping with Dear Mother 
Dove, for it was only a frail platform of twigs. And along the way we 
heard Dove notes. We have learned that these Dove fairies like to eat 
millepedes and other insects, snails, weed seeds and acorns. Sometimes in 
the barnyard we give them grain, which pleases them, and they come again. 
Their scientific name is Zenaidura macroura. 

**So sweet, so sweet the calling of the thrushes, 

The calling, cooing, wooing, everywhere, 
So sweet the water's song through reeds and rushes, 
The plover's piping note, now here, now there." 

There is music all the day — I hear it wherever I go — in the fields, in 
the woods, along the stream, by wayside — and the other day on a street in 
the heart of the city I heard a Cricket. 

To-day I found seven caterpillars of the Silver Spot Butterflies hidden 
under the rail fence. I have never found them feeding during the day- 
time, but the other evening in the moonlight I found three feeding on violet 
leaves. Two years ago, when I raised fifty-three Silver Spot Butterflies, the 
caterpillars ate not at all in the daytime, but when I got up in the night to 
see what they were doing I would find them eating. Their menu consisted 
entirely of violet leaves. 

— O, those Stinkhorn Mushroom fairies — what have they such an awful 
smell for? We children wanted to know, so we watched a little distant 
and saw many Flies come unto them, seemingly drawn by this odor. Now 
isn't it likely that these flies will carry away Baby Spores on their feet, and 
the said Baby Stinkhorns will grow in some other place? Watch for the 
Flies about Stinkhorns. 

June 16th — All along the way Filaree fairies are blooming — pink blos- 
soms now; but soon seed time will come and then we see clearly the reason 
for its name "Alfilerilla," which is Spanish from Alfiler, meaning needle. 
Storkbill, Clocks and Scissors are its other names. Why? Filaree belongs 
to the Geranium family. 

June 24th — Along the old rail fence, on the under side of the rails, we 
found today six chrysalids (in color like unto the fence). And last year 
from cradles like unto these came Velvet-Cloak Butterflies. 

"And with childlike, credulous affection 

We behold those tender wings expand. 

Emblems of our own great resurrection. 

Emblems of the bright and better land." — Longfellow. 



"Above the tumult of the canyon lifted, 
The gray hawk breathless hung, 

Or on the hill a winged shadow drifted, 

Where furze and thorn-bush clung." — Bret Harte. 
June 24th — IVe been watching Hawks today. They are wonderful sailors 
— my! how we children wish that we could sail through the air as they do; 
but then there are so many wonderful things down on earth to learn about 
that life will always be full of wonderful hours. Knowing who is who and 
which is which in Fairyland is much more interesting than just knowing 
that is a tree, this a fern, that is a bird. Speaking of Hawks — there are the 
Red-Tail Hawk, Sparrow Hawk, and Swainson Hawk; all respectable Hawks 
and a blessing to the farmer in helping to keep rodents in check. Yet these 
same Hawks suffer more or less, usually more, for the misdeeds of Sharp- 
shinned Hawk, Goshawk, and Cooper Hawk — they who kill the wild birds 
and poultry. We children are busy campaigning now, helping the farmers 
hereabout to learn to distinguish between their Hawk friends and Hawk 
foes. Thus it is written in the book of Nature, "Know thy friends, Red- 
tail Hawk, Swainson Hawk, and Sparrow Hawk, for great is their service 
unto thee on thy farm". 

June 20th — "Raspberry Apartment House" that's the label I tied on to a 
broken twig of one of Grandpa's raspberry vines. Now he wants to know 
the reason why. Why — Mother Carpenter Bee started making the inside 
of that twig into an apartment house in May. I watched her coming and 
going. I know how it is inside because it is years since I found the first 
one. (I was six then — and now I am nine.) Inside the twig in separate little 
apartments made by herself are little Bee folks to be. She tunnels out the 
twig and at the bottom places pollen and bee-bread — and of course it is for 
the Baby-bee to be. After she has placed the egg in the first apartment she 
roofs it over with pith chips glued together — (You see she first took the 
pith out in making the tunnel). Then the roof of the first apartment serves 
as the floor for the second apartment and there again pollen and bee bread 
and the egg are placed ; and so on up to the top of the apartment house—but near 
the door dear little Mother Carpenter Bee reserves a bit of room for her- 
self. Within each apartment is going on the wonderful change from egg- 
hood to grown-up bee-hood. And it is rather funny about their getting out 
— the Oldest Brother or Sister Bee born in the bottom apartment can't get 
out of the apartment house until youngest Little Brother or Sister at the 
top grows up. Meanwhile, being grown-up and eager to be out he just tears 
down the roof over his head and kicks the tiny fragments behind him — so 
on does each brother as he grows up. Then when Last Brother is grown-up 
they all fly out — darling little fairies with rainbow wings. Isn't this a 
Wonderful Fairyland? 


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July 7th — This world is made up of big fairies, little fairies, littler fairies, 
and least ones. Some of the littler ones are Leaf-miners. We have been out 
inspecting their work to-day. They are the very little elves who cause many 
of those little meandering lines and blister spots upon the beautiful leaves 
of plants and trees. These elves are larvae that are to be, when they grow 
up, tiny Moths or Beetles or Flies. (Nearly all those we have brought in 
have changed into tiny Moths.) Today we found little mines on the leaves of 
Pine, Nasturtium, Spinach, Columbine, Oak, Burdock, and Apple in a few 
minutes search. 

July 8th — In the thicket and along the fence dwell Nightshade fairies. 
They whose other names are Bittersweet, Snakeberry, and Solanum; they 
who are cousins of Tomato, Potato, and Egg-plant. Nightshade has such 
beautiful berries, but Grandpa says that I must not eat them and of course 
he knows best. 

July 10th — Watched a Mother Scorpion hurrying about to-day with 
two little Scorpion babies clinging to her by their pinchers. She hid among 
the roots of an old stump. 

Wood Betony is blooming now — she whose other names are Beefsteak 
Plant and High Heal-All, she who belongs to Figwort family and is there- 
fore a cousin of Mullein, Butter-and-Eggs, Monkey-flower, and Foxgloves. 
Sometimes she dwells in the thickets and sometimes in open woods. We 
saw Bumble-bees come unto her blossoms. Have you heard of Betony, 
who dwells in Europe and is well known in folk-lore? 

July — We children sat down by the road to-day and watched the 
Ants for two whole hours ; and we forgot all about the time ; they were so 
interesting. We saw them come out of their homes and go here and yonder. 
They were constantly going after and bringing in food. One Ant came along 
backward pulling along an insect larger than she was. Then one nest of 
Ants we saw frightened and they scurried away in all directions carrying 
pupae — which looked like grains of wheat. In one home we saw Ant eggs, 
which are about the size of a pinpoint and oblong. Have you watched the 
Ants milking plant-lice? To-day we observed them as they crawled up 
plant-stems and milked their cows, the plant-lice, by gently patting and strok- 
ing them with their antennae. Every moment watching Ants is full of inter- 
est. They are such busy folks. 

"My child, behold the cheerful ant, 

How hard she works, each day 
She works as hard as adamant; 

Which is very hard, they say." 



"Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune 

I saw the white daisies go down to the sea; 

A host in the sunshine, an army in June — 

The people God sends to set our hearts free. 

The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell, 
The orioles whistled them out of the wood. 
And all their dancing was 'Earth it is well,' 

And all their saying was 'Life thou art good.' " — Bliss Carmen. 

We saw him on a thistle — for a moment he stopped at the thistle, then 
straight to the Cottonwood tree he flew. To the Cottonwood tree we softly 
hurried too. We peered about, in and out among the branches — then we 
caught a glimpse of a hanging basket cradle. And keeping still we heard 
wee tiny voices — voices of Baby Orioles calling for breakfast, dinner, and 
supper. We waited and watched — and as we waited saw Mother and Father 
Oriole come with insects and wild berries. All this was the day that was 
the day before yesterday. To-day we children brought insects and berries 
to the four wee bits of Oriole humanity who have so recently come out of 
four grayish white eggs. Softly the cradle of Icterus bullocki swings in the 

O, who are they who wear the sunshine color — who wear yellow ? Now, 
there are Meadowlark and Dandelion, Summer Warbler and Yellow Prim- 
rose, Goldfinch and Sunflower, Orioles and Field Lilies, Yellow Violets and 
Golden-crowned Kinglets, Yellow Star-grass and Horned Larks, Yellow- 
throat Warblers and Marsh Marigold, Buttercups and Verdins, Sulphur But- 
terflies and some Swallowtail Butterflies, too. Then Emperor Moth, Butter 
and Eggs, and also St. John's Wort. Who else can you think of who wear 

"The paths, the woods, the heavens, the hiws, 

Are not a world today 
But just a place God made for us 

In which to play." 

We have been having play school today, now that school is out. I hap- 
pen to be chosen as teacher — my dear pupils are some of the other children 
of the lumber camp. We play school one day, sometimes two days 
a week. Part of the time we sit on the rail fence by the pasture bars 
and talk things over, or sit on an old log in the woods, and often we have 
school up in the trees. To-day we talked about the Fringilidae family — that 
is such a big family, you know. Why, all of these fairies belong to that 
family — Goldfinch, Grosbeak, Purple Finch, Song Sparrow, Towhee, Junco, 
Vesper Sparrow, Crossbill, Redpoll, Snowflake, Tree Sparrow, Cardinal, 
Chipping Sparrow, Indigo and Lazuli Bunting. 



"Howdy, Mister Hop-Toad! Glad to see you out! 

Bin a month o' Sundays sence I see you hereabout. 

Mister Hop-Toad, honest true — Springtime — don't you love it? 

You old rusty rascal, you, at the bottom of it! 

Swell that fat old throat o' yourn and lemme see you swaller 

Straighten up and h'ist your head! You don't owe a dollar! 

Hulk, sulk, and blink away, you old bloat-eyed rowdy! 

Hain't you got a word to say? Won't you tell me howdy?" — Riley. 

July 2nd — Today little James, who came day before yesterday from New 
York to spend the summer on the ranch, came rushing into the house, the while 
telling us about and urging us to come and see the hippopotamus he had just 
discovered, almost half a mile away. That hippopotamus of James' discovery 
proved to be a toad — and this last hour James and I have been having a grave 
discussion about toads — and he is going to be friends with all toads — this 
toad in particular, whom he has named "Hippo." Already he has given him 
two fat worms and brought him home to dwell in the garden. (He belongs 
in the garden, anyway, and his other name is Simeon Peter — now he will 
have two people to give him fat worms. I'm glad James found him, and, be- 
ing as he is so much interested in naming him "Hippo," I don't think I'd best 
tell him about his already being named Simeon Peter.) 

"He prayeth best, who loveth best 

All things, both great and small; 
For the dear God who loveth us, 

He made and loveth all." — Coleridge. 

July 3rd — We watched Kingbird catching grasshoppers this afternoon. 
He was very busily occupied. We kept very quiet (unless one keeps 
quiet it is almost impossible to observe the ways of many of our Fairy 
friends). We saw him take three caterpillars, too. In all the days we have 
watched him his menu has consisted of insects — and he is the farmer's friend. 
Did you know that Kingbird is a cousin of Phoebe, Flycatcher, and Wood 
Pewee? Last year the Kingbirds nested in an old snag by the side of the 
road. Merry times we children had climbing up that old snag to feed those 
four baby Kingbirds. They are especially fond of caterpillars and grass- 
hoppers. And their cradle — aside from weed stems, twigs, little roots and 
plant fibers, also had bits of wool, colored string, and a piece of lace curtain 
(which hung over the edge). 

July 6th — The Painted Lady Butterfly, whose other name is Thistle 
Butterfly, we often see and each year we raise them ; feeding the caterpil- 
lars on a diet of nettle and thistle. We children like to think of the chil- 
dren in other lands, who, too, can watch this butterfly, for in Europe, Af- 
rica, Australia, South America and many islands of the sea dwell the 
Thistle Butterflies. 



"Upon his painted wings the Butterfly 

Roamed a gay blossom of the summer sky." — Clark. 

The Butterflies I saw along the way to-day were : Swallowtails (two dif- 
ferent kinds) ; Monarchs, whose other names are Anosia plexippus and Milk- 
weed Butterfly; Blues, those w^ee ones who hover about mud puddles, and 
whose scientific name is Lycaena; Anglewings — those dear brownish ones 
who are called Comma Butterflies, and Grapta comma; Checkerspots with 
lovely velvet black and bits of yellow on top and checkered red and yellow 
underneath, and who are called Melitaea; Sulphurs, Colias, hovering over 
the clover; Silverspots, they whose scientific name is Argynnis, they whose 
caterpillars I've found feeding on violet leaves in night time; Mourning 
Cloak, Vanessa antiopa, who is also called Camberwell Beauty; Painted 
Lady, she who dwells in many lands and is also called Thistle Butterfly and 
Pyrameis cardui ; Wood-nymph of Genus Satyrus ; and about Oak tree White 
Admiral of the Genus Basilarchia. 

"The wandering rivulets dancing through the grass, 
The gambols, low or loud, of insect-life. 
The cheerful call of cattle in the vales. 
Sweet natural sounds of the contented hours." 

Then we came unto Lazuli Bunting, whose scientific name is Cyanospiza 
amoena. This exquisite fairy wearing turquoise blue is a cousin of Gold- 
finch, Junco, Towhee, Song Sparrow, Grosbeak, and Crossbill. In the wil- 
lows by the stream was the nest of a Lazuli Bunting and in this home were 
three pale greenish eggs. 

"Grod spreads a carpet soft and green o'er which we pass; 

A thick piled mat of jeweled sheen — and that is grass." — Arthur Powell. 

*; "In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken, 

^ '■ In the beauty of the twilight, in the garden that He loveth, 
The sunset winds, they wander through the heather, 
The singing winds, they bow the reeds in prayer together, 
Rustle all the meadow-grass and bend the dewy fern." 

How sweet is eveningtime along the road — the music of the 
breeze, the prayer whispers of the Earth-folk — the twilight chorus, and now 
I hear the Vesper Sparrow sing — 

It comes from childhood's land, where summer days are long 
And summer eves are bland — a lulling good-night song. 
Upon a pasture stone against the fading West 
A small bird sings alone, then dives and finds his nest. 
The evening star has heard and flutters into sight ; 

0 childhood's vesper bird, my heart calls back "Good-night." — Thomas. 



There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren 
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; 
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, 
And the wilding bee hums merrily by." — Bryant. 

Today I went a-seeking for Beetles, and larvae that were to be Beetles 
when they grow up. With me went my pet Toad, Bufo Boreas (that's his 
scientific name), and my pet Frog, Rana Aurora (that's his scientific name). 
Sometimes the scientific names o' folks make very suitable everyday 
names — so I have found. It was Beetles we were seeking for to-day, and 
these are they whom we met along the way — Scarabadae, Carabadae, Cicin- 
delidae, and Buprestidae. 

About insects: It is rather puzzling the way grown-ups apply that 
name to so many Fairy Folk who are not insects. Now, a spider is not an 
insect — his body is divided into two parts (his head and chest in one and 
his abdomen forming the other part) — an insect's body consists of three 
parts (his head, thorax or chest, and abdomen). Also, about the matter of 
legs : Every insect, when he or she grows up, has three pairs of legs — 
each pair consisting of two legs — making a total of six legs. Now, we 
know a spider has more than six legs. And about Millepedes, Centipedes, 
and Sowbugs — goodness knows anyone with eyes ought to see plainly 
that these folks o' Fairyland have an abundance of legs — referring par- 
ticularly to Sir Millepede. They who are insects are these — Bees, Ants, 
Grasshoppers, Dragon Flies, Butterfles, Moths, Beetles, Wasps — and there 
are many more. All those belonging in the higher scale of insect life pass 
through wonderful changes and are transformed. These four stages are 
egg, larval, pupae, and perfect insect with wings. But not so they who 
belong in the lower scale — Bugs. The young o' Bugs when they hatch look 
a bit like Mother and Father Bug. 

Speaking of Bugs — all Bugs are insects, but not all insects are Bugs. 
Some Bugs have wings and some have none; but all Bugs have mouth parts 
for piercing or sucking. Now, among Bugs are these: Water Bug (Belo- 
stoma). Squash Bug and Plant Lice. 

How we children love the Wild Thyme as it blossoms by the wayside 
from June to September. Did you know that Thyme was used as an incense 
in Greek temples? Have you watched the Bees and Butterflies come to its 
blossoms? It belongs to the Mint family. Who are some of its cousins? 
We children like this verse: 

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows. 
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, 
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine." — Shakespeare. 



July 5th — Sometimes I share my bread and jam with the Yellowjackets 
who have a home on a bush by the road twenty trees and one distant from 
the garden. To-day I climbed upon the old rail fence close to their home 
with a piece and a half of bread and jam — the half piece for them and the 
piece for myself — But they all wanted to be served at once, so it became 
necessary to turn over all bread and jam on hand. I broke it into little pieces 
and they had a royal feast right there on the old fence rail. I wanted my 
bread and jam — but then Yellowjackets are such interesting fairies, being 
among the world's first paper-makers — and baby Yellowjackets are such 
chubby youngsters. (Have you seen them in their cells within their paper 
homes?) Thinking on these things made it a joy to share one's bread and 
jam with these Wasp fairies. 

July 9th — This morning we watched a Velvet Cloak Butterfly come 
from its chrysalis. 

July 12th — As we watched Foxglove fairies by the roadside today we 
saw Bumble-Bees enter their blossoms upside-down; and truly, in doing so, 
they looked much like miniature clowns. Upon the Foxglove leaves cater- 
pillars of Peacock Butterflies were feeding. The story of why Foxgloves were 
so named is that long ago sly foxes used these blossoms on their feet that 
they might not be heard as they went about. Foxgloves are also called 
Fairy Thimbles and Digitalis. They are cousins of Monkey Flower, Indian 
Paint Brush and Mullein. 

July 13th — What makes that "snakespit" or "frogspit" on the stems of 
plants? Do you sometimes wonder who causes it? We did — but do not now. 
We wanted so much to know that we started in to find out and learned — 
that he is neither Frog nor Snake. The elf who does that is hidden under 
the frothy mass. He is a little insect of the family Cercopidae, and his com- 
mon name is Spittle insect. It was in the fall that we found their eggs upon 
the stems of plants and weeds. We brought them home and kept them until 
they hatched in the spring. When again you see "frogspit" on a plant look 
for the elf under the frothy mass. One day I saw Wasp fairy looking for 

July 20th — Have been exploring today for some fairy lions — and found 
seven. Of course there are lions in Fairyland. These I found to-day were 
Ant Lions. Ant Lions, when they grow up, become beautiful fairies with 
four wings, and they look somewhat like Dragon flies. But it is before they 
grow up that they are lions — they dig pits and wait and wait for ants passing 
to tumble into these pits. While I was watching them this afternoon one 
ant came scurrying by and tumbled in the pit. Soon the lion had her. 
I brought home an Ant Lion in a jar of sand, and already he is trying to 
make a pit. Have you watched them? Their other name is "Doodle-bug." 



"The dust of the roadside is vocal; 

There is music from every clod; 
Bird and breeze are the wild flower's angels. 

Their messages bearing to God." 

July 17th — Now time is weed time — and we children find weeds very 
interesting. Today we found many Running Mallows with their small, pale 
blossoms. At four o'clock we held a reception for all relatives of the Weed 
Mallow. Those invited were Cousin Swamp Rose Mallow, who dwells on 
the bank of the stream ; Cousin Velvet Leaf, who dwells by the wayside and 
whose ancestors came over from India; Cousin Hollyhock, from grandmoth- 
er's garden, and Rose of Sharon. So, truly, our interest in a weed grows as 
we learn to know its relatives. Little Edna says, "Weed Running Mallow's 
being a cousin to Rose of Sharon isn't the only reason why we like it. The 
big reason is the cradles it provides for its baby seeds — those doll cheeses." 
Watch out for them. 

July 21st — Today in the garden I found two garter snakes, including pet 
frogs in their menu. Then that Aristotle and Pliny, and the three Ptolemies, 
and thirteen other pet frogs might not perish likewise from the face of the 
earth, I carefully removed them, handsfull and pocketsfull at a time, to the 
butterfly room, into which no creeping thing (snakes in particular) could 
enter. But even as the day began with tragedy, so it ended for seventy- 
seven of my caterpillars (which I had raised from the eggs, and which were 
to have been — that is when they were grown-up — Mourning Cloak butter- 
flies, Vanessa Antiopas) were consumed by the above mentioned frogs. 

July 23rd — Have you ever noticed how many of the wayside flowers 
wear the sunshine's color — wear yellow of different shades? We started 
out to find all who wore yellow and the first one we came to was Butter 
and Eggs. Now, other names, too, has this fairy — Toad-flax, Eggs-and-Bacon, 
Flaxweed, Brideweed and Linaria Vulgaris; the last being her scientific 
name. She belongs to the Figwort family. Who are her cousins? 

July 30th— "O, O! Where did all these Lace Bugs come from?" That's 
what Grandma was wanting to know when she stepped out on the porch ten 
minutes ago. Now she knows — you see this is "Lace Bug Day" and all after- 
noon we children have been collecting Lace Bugs. And we had just settled 
down on the end of her porch to have "Lace Bug Convention" and somehow 
some of the Lace Bugs got out of our pockets. What do Lace Bugs do? was 
the opening sentence of the convention. "Lace Bugs live on trees, and suck 
sap if you please." It was Manya who said so, and she knows, because she 
and I have watched them hours and hours. And at "Lace Bug Convention" 
we had the pleasure of announcing to the other eight there assembled that 
the family name of Lace Bug was Tingitidae. 



"Little weavers of the summer, with sunbeam shuttle bright 
And loom unseen by mortals, you are busy day and night, 
Weaving fairy threads as filmy and soft as cloud swans, seen 
In broad blue sky-land rivers, above earth's fields of green.' 

— Ray Lawrence. 

Milkweeds here and there and yonder along the way. Cousins of many 
another Milkweed are they. Have you found Monarch Butterflies about their 
leaves. Why? And what do you think of their fairy cradles? Would it not 
be fun to go ballooning as each Milkweed baby seed does? 

I've been gathering Nettle. I heard Grandma say to-day, **What use can 
that child be finding for Nettle?" I'm finding a daily use for Nettle. Am 
raising Anglewing Butterflies, and those caterpillars refuse whatsover food 
is placed before them except Nettles, which satisfy to the utmost. Satis- 
faction to the utmost is not an abiding condition with them just at present, 
though, and it is necessary that I go often for Nettles. 

July 29th — I've found several centipedes today around decayed stumps 
and pieces of old hollow logs. Centipedes haven't as many legs as milli- 
pedes, but what they have are larger. Centipedes belong to the class Chilo- 
poda. Centipedes are neither worms, insects nor bugs, but they are Centi- 
pedes. Can't we call them always by their right name. Centipedes? Three 
times I've started to raise Centipedes, but something always happens to 
them before they become grown-up, and they disappear. And Uncle, who 
has much sympathy with my nature study, thinks that I had best wait until 
I am older to have a Centipede Farm. 

When we held a reception for the Mint family these are the flowers the 
children invited — went out into the fields and waste places to bid them come 
unto our flower reception : Peppermint, Catnip, Skullcap, Self-Heal, Heart-of- 
the-Earth, Yerba Buena, Garden Balm, Blue Curls, Oswego Tea, Pennyroyal, 
Wild Thyme, and Citronella, Dittany, Gill-Over-the-Ground, and Helmet 
Flowers. Some of these are one and the same, for some have more than 
one name. And they who were not found growing wild we brought from 
the garden. 

Nell took her five cats for a walk to-day. And she came walking down 
our lane, and what did those pesky cats do but nibble at my Catnip plants 
that I've just set out in my wild flower garden of Mint Fairies. Grandpa 
laughed when he saw those Cats nipping at my Catnip, and said : "It appears 
to me that some Cats like Catnip like some little Girls I know like potatoes." 
Then I felt better about sharing my Catnip with Nell's cats. When one gets 
ruffled up Grandpa has a way of saying things that smooth one's feathers 
all down again. 




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Then"Like liquid gold the wheat field lies, 

A marvel of yellow and russet and green, 
That ripples and runs, that floats and flies 
With subtle shadows flies a change, and a sheen. 
— And the colors, they run to the western sun 
Through the sheaves of the ripening wheat." 

How glad it makes our hearts as we travel the open road to see the fields 
of wheat along the way — and listen to the music of the wheat. We talked 
of wheat in our Cathedral service this last Lord's day — and one of our texts 
was (of course this was only one — we have more, one for each day in the 
week, to meditate upon.) 

"Each thing upward tends, by necessity decreed. 

And a world's support depends upon the shooting of a seed." 

"O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing. 
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing." 

This is another text we had in the service last Lord's day, also : 

"The child, the seed, the grain of corn, the acorn on the hill. 
Each for some separate end is born in season fit, and still — 
Each must in strength arise to work the Almighty will." 

When we saw Blue Jay and again when we saw Steller's Jay we thought 
of what Shakespeare had said : 

What, is the jay more precious than the lark 

Because his feathers are more beautiful? — Shakespeare. 

It is very interesting — the keeping of diaries for one's friends — the writ- 
ing in on different days and weeks of their ways — and especially is it inter- 
esting where one has known them from babyhood. I have kept diaries for my 
pet Squirrels, Chipmunks, Skunks, Bats, Turtles, Deer, Porcupine, Raccoon, 
Toads, Horned Lizards, Wood Mice, and for the many pet Birds. All these 
diaries are recorded in three other Fairyland books, together with the por- 
traits of the afore-mentioned fairies. 

And of the grasshopper musician, he of the fields and waysides, it is 
written : 

"Grasshopper, your fairy song 
And my poem alike belong 
To the deep and silent earth, 
From which all poetry has birth; 
All we say and all we sing 

Is but the murmuring of that drowsy heart of hers 
When from her deep dream she stirs; 
If we sorrow, or rejoice. 
You and I are but her voice. 



"When the foxfire burns beside the river, 

The crickets sing under tawny leaves, 
And grasshopper fiddles solemnly quiver, 

While the harvesters gather the sheaves." — Gene Stratton Porter. 

August 10th — Glory, glory! Praise God from whom all blessings flow! For 
five whole months I've been looking for Goldfinch home. In June when 
Bluebirds were raising their second family, and in July when Robins were 
making a third home, I sought and found not Goldfinches home. Then I 
began to pray mornings as well as nights — and if I didn't find the home to- 
day. I was going along the hillside among the Vine Maples when ahead 
of me I saw a dear cradle with a bit of olive brown on it. Mrs. Goldfinch was 
at home. When I came nearer I saw near by a darling golden fairy wearing 
a black cap on his head, and black and white upon his wing. While keeping 
very quiet I heard him softly saying "bay-bee, bay-bee." O, I am so happy, 
Later — I'm just sure those Goldfinch fairies have learned the "multiplication 
tables" rapidly for the number of times they want breakfast, dinner, and 
supper to be served is many times that of ordinary children. (And we have 
big appetites, too.) One thing they have not learned is "division," for every 
time anything is brought to the nest each little Goldfinch thinks it is truly 
his turn — and that it is all for him. 

The thistles show beyond the brook 

Dust on their down and bloom, 
And out of many a weed-grown nook 
The aster flowers look 

With eyes of tender gloom. — ^Howells. 

August 25th — We were watching the California Thrashers this afternoon 
clearing away the leaves with his long bill. While watching him scratching 
we heard another in a bush nearby: "Kick it now," "Kick it now," he 
seemed to be saying. These brown birds with long tails are cousins of 
Mocking Birds and Wrens. 

August 27th — On an Everlasting flower by the roadside I found a won- 
derful fairy cradle, near an inch long, of the pretty scales of the Everlasting 
flower held together by a little web. And who was the maker of this dainty 
cradle? — a caterpillar who would be, when he grew up, a Hunter's Butterfly. 

"In the summer of the summer, when the hazy air is sweet 
With the breath of crimson clover and the days a-shine with heat, 
When the sky is blue and burning and the clouds a downy mass 
When the breeze is idly dawdling, there is music in the grass — 

"Just a thistly, whistly sound, 
In the tangles near the ground; 
Just a lisping, whisp'ring tune, like a bumblebee's bassoon. 
In a far-away fantasia is the music in the grass. 


Vfi Life-size. 


"How deepening bright, like mounting flame, doth bum 

The golden-rod upon a thousand hills. 

This is the Autumn's flower, and to my soul 

A token fresh of beauty and of life, 

And life's supreme delight." 

August 15th — 'Tis the time of Golden-rod, and the way is bordered with 
plumes of gold bringin.g joy to the eyes of those who pass by. We children 
go unto them and watch the insects about them and upon them. We have 
this motto in our Botany study, "Know the flowers — and know their insect 
visitors." So every day new things we learn and sweet the joy we find in 
knowing the every-day things around us. 

August 16th — We found thirteen of those slender, sleepy little "Stilt 
Bugs" in the oak thicket today. Their family name is Berytidae. 

August 17th — Someone said the Spiders and Scorpions were distant rela- 
tives, so when I was crowded for room in the hospital nursery I placed three 
Scorpions in with the Spiders ; but the Scorpions ate the Spiders up. I'm 
learning much about the food of certain Wayside folks in the hospital when 
one eateth up another, and another eateth up another. This world is a bit 
puzzling at times, I truly think. 

August — Willow-Herb whose other name is "Fireweed," and who 
also blooms in Asia and in Europe we now daily see. Where last year the 
forest fire burned over the hillside now the Great Willow-herb grows and 
hides a part of the ruin. It is truly a comforting fairy — this cousin of Prim- 
rose and Star-flower. Yesterday we learned this verse about it : 

"Strange flower, thy purple making haste 
To glorify each blackened waste 

Of fire-swept land 
Is with a blessed meaning fraught, 
And we, when pain hath fully wrought. 

Shall understand." 

August 20th — David and Jonathan, the two Mourning Doves, accom- 
panied me along the road today. David perched upon my left shoulder, and 
Jonathan upon the right. Jonathan ate part of an acorn and David ate the rest- 
Then each did eat a millepede. And as we went on we saw thirty-one 
other Mourning Doves perched on the telephone wires. As evening came 
near we came again home. 

"There comes a perfume from the sunset land. 
And from the sunset vapor comes a voice; 

Someone in evening's gateway seems to stand 

And o'er a flood of glory shout, 'Rejoice!'" — ^Thompson. 



Note that may be in the nature note book almost any day in the year — Saw crows today. 

Did you know that the Crow is a cousin of Magpie, Steller's Jay, darkens 
Nutcracker, and our American Raven? 

Did you know that crows also have their place in poetry? We children 
learned this "\'erse about them : 

"When the golden rod, uplifted 
As a wayside benediction. 
Cheers the traveler on his journey 
Through the sultry hours of August, 
Deep within the forest reaches, 
In the shadow of the ledges, 
Gather crows in friendly concourse. 
All their notes are low and drowsy. 
Muffled croaks and gutteral cawings; 
All their motions speak contentment. 
Tell of coolness, well-fed comfort." 


August 20th — "Some folks have names that suit them, and some folk.^ 
have names which really do not belong to them," says little James. Fm sure 
that Road Runner belongs in the first-mentioned class. The second time I 
saw Road Runner I hoped to have a race with him down the road, but the 
catching up with him was an impossibility. 

"Hermes" is the name we children have given a certain Road Runner 
with whom we have made friends. It was upon a May Day that we met 
and became friends. We found the way to this Road Runner's heart (as 
we found the way to many a nestling's heart) through his stomach. He, 
with two brothers and a little sister, were in a cradle in a clump of cactus — 
a cradle made of sticks and lined with grass and feathers. Eagerly we 
watched to see what Mother and Father Road Runner fed their babies. In 
between the feedings the youngsters made odd sounds, and little James 
joined them by clicking together two pieces of wood — the sounds were much 

Many days have we watched and a number of things have we learned 
about Road Runners — "Hermes" in particular. Before he left the nest we 
learned of his fondness for grasshoppers and caterpillars. One day we gave 
him a centipede and he liked it. Since leaving the nest he has helped to 
satisfy that appetite of his with three of our pet horned toads, two pet field 
mice, and a black cricket, which we had raised. We also have watched him 
take snails, grasshoppers, caterpillars, beetles, and the other day we saw 
him with a garter snake. "Hermes" is a cousin of the Cuckoos, being a 
member of the Cuculidae family. His scientific name is Geococcyx Califor- 




August 11th — We often meet them — those Jamestown Weeds. Did 
you know that their cousins are Nightshade and Tobacco, Petunia, Tomato 
and Potato?. Jamestown Weed has other names also — Thorn Apple, Jim- 
son Weed and Devil's Trumpet. Scientists call it Datura Stramonium. Not 
always has Jimson Weed dwelt in our land, for he came from Asia. In 
evening hours we children have watched Sphinx Moths come unto these 

August 15th — Today Rameses II, our pet horned toad (who really is no 
toad at all, but who is a genuine lizard) ate for dinner David, our cricket mu- 
sician, whose development we children have eagerly watched since that day 
we first found him when he was only a baby cricket with musical possibilities. 

August 17th — I found today by the wayside on the blossoms of the ox- 
eye daisy five fairies, five yellowish-green fairies, each with a blackish band 
across his abdomen. And while yet I waited near the flowers, I saw these 
five insects who came to the Ox-eye Daisy, and yet nine others before I went 
away. And at last, after long searching, I found their name and thought it 
suited them well — these *V\mbush Bugs" of the family Phymatidae. 

August 21st — Troubles, troubles, and in our Flower Room, whose syn- 
onym is "Heaven on Earth" ; but now Salome has ruined its reputation. Sa- 
lome, the collared lizard, whom Uncle Henry sent to me from California, the 
other day, was a thing of beauty in the flower room, but, alas, not a joy for- 
ever. First she ate little bits of Clover blossoms ; then bigger bits of the 
Crickets ; thirdly, all the bits of Hadrian (the pet Swift who is nearly as large 
as she) ; fourthly, every bit of Moses (the baby Grass Snake) ; fifthly, and 
last of all, all of Aristotle (the pet Horned Toad). And then, as though she 
thought "Our Flower Room" an ideal place for her children and her children's 
children, she deposited sixteen eggs therein. The prospect of the possibility 
of there being seventeen Salomes in our beloved "Heaven on Earth" room 
was overwhelming; and I was sorely puzzled until Uncle's letter came with 
its suggestion for "The House of Salome." O, if that letter had only arrived 
with Salome, as it was meant that it should. Four of the Camp Children are 
going to help me — together we shall build of bits of board and screen, a 
goodly sized house, with much sand for its floor. 

August 25th — "The House of Salome" is finished and in it we have 
placed Salome and her sixteen eggs. 

P. S. — We've also discovered that Salome's cannibalistic appetite is 
pleased with grasshoppers. Jimmy says, "Hurrah!" So do I. and all the 
rest of us. That makes a twenty-seventh excuse for the existence of our 
"Grasshoppery" — the existence of said "Grasshoppery" being much opposed 
by the grown-ups. 



"The clouds are at play in the azure space, 

And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, 

And here they stretch to the frolic chase ; 

And there they roll on the easy gale. 

There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, 

There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree. 

There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower. 

And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea." — Bryant. 

Finding joy in knowing whole families of flowers? We children often 
hold receptions for flower families — one family at a time — and bring to- 
gether from field and wayside all the members of that family — all the cousins, 
big and little, short and tall, and afterwards we give them all to a little old 
lady who loves them, and who loves us — and to others, too, who would like 
to, but who cannot come to our fields and woods — so we carry our fields and 
woods to them in our flower receptions. 

"God spoke! and from the arid scene 

Sprang rich and verdant bowers, 
Till all the earth was soft with green, — 

He smiled; and there were flowers." — FenoUosa. 

August 29th — 'Tis many and many a wayside fairy that's cousin to 
another wayside fairy; and many a wayside fairy is a traveler from another 
land. The flower reception at which the attendance is greater than at all 
others is the reception which we hold for the Dandelion family, otherwise 
known as Compositae family. These are they who were invited unto the 
reception and many of them came from the wayside: Dandelion, Sunflower, 
Daisy, Aster, Thistle, Tansy, Black-eyed Susan, Dog-fennel, Burdock, Ever- 
lasting, Joe Pye Weed, Boneset, Fleabone, Yarrow, Compass-plant, Rosin- 
plant, Golden Coreopsis, Bur-marigold, Sneeze-weed, Stick-tight, Golden 
Ragwart and Golden-rod. Did you know that these are all cousins? They 
are like an army marching on down through the years. Well equipped 
are the members of Dandelion family for this onward march, for each flow- 
er is made up of many little flowers grouped together, making a flower- 
head. And to these flower heads come many insects who by their carrying 
pollen from flower to flower, help the plants in sending their plant chil- 
dren into the world. Flowers are beautiful, not just for our sakes, but for 
the sake of the little seed children that are to be. Plants advertise with 
their beautiful flowers, inviting the insect visitors who bring from other 
flowers the pollen necessary that their lives may go on in the lives of their 
children. Isn't thi.e a wonderful Fairyland? 




September 5th — Early this morning I was out seeking for Wooly 
Bear caterpillars — those fuzzy black and orange ones who become, when 
they grow up, Isia Isabella Moths. I found the seven-hundred and fifty- 
first one that I have found this year. Early morning is an especially good 
time to look for them, by the road, while the dew is yet upon the grass. 
Have you watched the Wooly Bear caterpillars change their skins? They 
are good ones to commence with. Then when you have seen them change 
their skins you will want to see other caterpillars do the same. Last year 
I raised fourteen hundred and thirty-nine Isia Isabella Moths from Wooly 
Bear Caterpillars like these. My, their appetites were enormous at times; 
and much bracken fern did they eat. 

September 12th — Gypsy Combs by the roadside. Armored well is this 
fairy Teazel. And man has found a use for Teazel's armor in raising nap on 
woolen cloth. Have you watched a Bumblebee come unto a Gypsy Comb 

September — Have you ever stopped to think what kind of a place 
this world would be if our trees were all taken away? Sometimes it is well 
for us to pause and think a few moments what things would be like without 
some of our daily blessings. I count trees among God's best gifts to us. 
To-day has been one of our pledge days — that is when we children assemble 
together and give to the trees our pledge of friendship. How many tree 
fairies do you know along the way? This afternoon we children learned 
this verse about the trees : 

"In the Garden of Eden, planted by God, 

There were goodly trees in the springing sod, — 

Trees of beauty and height and grace. 

To stand in splendor before his face. 

Apple and hickory, ash and pear. 

Oak and beech and the tulip rare, 

The trembling aspen, the noble pine. 

The sweeping elm by the river line; 

Trees for the birds to build in and sing, 

And the lilac tree for a joy in spring; 

Trees to turn at the frosty call 

And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall. 

Trees for fruitage and fire and shade. 

Trees for the cunning builder's trade; 

Wood for the bow, the spear and the flail. 

The keel and the mast of the daring sail; 

He made them of every grain and girth. 

For the use of man in the Garden of Earth. 

Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes 

Prom the gift to the Giver of Paradise, 

On the crown of a hill for all to see, 

God planted a scarlet maple tree." — ^Bliss Carmen. 



"Above the arching jimson weeds flare twos 
And twos of sallow, yellow butterflies, 
Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose 
When autumn winds arise." — James Whitcomb Riley. 
September 18th. — Many and many are the Shepherd's Purses along 
the wayside now. These fairies with their dainty, heart-shaped seed pods, 
came over from Europe. Shepherd's Purses are cousins of Mustard, Rad- 
ish, Spring Beauty, Wall Flower — Alyssum and Candy-tuft. 

To-day I sat down on an old gray stone covered with lichens — and I kept 
very quiet because I wanted to watch the Earth-folks about. And when one 
keeps quiet one sees so much more. And the longer I kept still the more I saw 
— Mice folk and Insect folk. But the rarest of all that I saw this afternoon 
was Sir Badger. I had been very quiet for more than an hour when I heard a 
slight noise — and there only a little way from me was his knightship Sir 
Badger a-laying open the burrow of Gopher. Now, the Badger fairies are 
very shy folk, so I was very glad to see this one. I thought it would be inter- 
esting to get a closer view of his striped head, so I crept along so carefully. I 
think a Badger's sense of hearing must be very keen, for he quickly flattened 
himself out among the grasses — and if I had not known he was there I would 
have had a bit of difficulty in locating him. His beautiful silky gray hair 
blended in with the dry grasses about. Now, Sir Badger belongs to the Mus- 
telidae family — and is therefore a distant relative of Otter, Skunk, Mink, and 
Weasel. He likes to eat gophers, ground squirrels, grasshoppers, field mice, 
small snakes, and some other things — and his scientific name is Taxidea taxus. 

When I went along the road to-day I was thinking about the classifica- 
tion of things — and it is so interesting, the way in which individual fairies are 
grouped — and where they belong — in a scientific way. Now, here is fuzzy 
black and brown Caterpillar, "Woolly Bear", who some day, when he grows 
up, will be an Isia Isabella, scientifically classified as follows: His specific 
name is Isabella. He belongs to the genus Isia. The genus Isia is one of the 
genera which make up the family of Arctiidae. The Arctiidae are a part of 
the sub-order of Heterocera (the Moths), who are one of two great sub- 
divisions of the order Lepidoptera — which belongs to the great class Insecta, 
the highest class in the sub-kingdom of the Arthropoda. So we have our 
"Woolly Bear" Caterpillar, who is going to be an Isia Isabella Tiger Moth 
when he grows up, classified as follows : 

Sub-kingdom — Arthropoda. 
Class — Insecta. 

Order — Lepidoptera. 

Sub-order — ^Heterocera. 
Family — Arctiidae. 
Genus — Isia. 

Species — Isabella. 



September 23rd — Still the Dodder blooms by the wayside. In this 
Fairyland around us even as in the Fairyland of story books, there are 
knights and bad fairies. Dodder belongs to the latter class. Some people 
call him Love Vine, but I trust that you who read the Fairyland around 
us will never again call Dodder "Love Vine." His other name of Strangle- 
weed is much more appropriate. Some say they call this plant, with its 
yellow threads winding about other plants, the Love Vine because of its 
clinging habits. But, alas, it clings by means of suckers which steal life 
from those plants around which it winds. In the Court of Justice of Fairy- 
land it stands condemned — it has no leaves ; it has no green coloring mat- 
ter; Dodder, the backslider of the Morning Glory family, is a thief; and 
rightly bears the name of Strangleweed. 

On the way home from school we had an argument about who belonged 
to the Reptile class of the animal kingdom — and our argument became heated. 
Jane and I were sure that Lizards, Snakes, Tortoises, and Turtles be- 
longed. Sammie said he knew Turtles were not reptiles and that Horned 
Toads were not either. When we arrived home we talked the matter over 
with Uncle and found out Jane and I were right ; but we all forgot about 
Crocodiles who also belong to the Reptile class. (Anyway they are not 
every-day fairies for which we children are all glad.) Horned Toads be- 
long to the Reptile class because you know they are really truly Lizards. 

September 25th — More Hunter's Butterflies are about today than I have 
seen on any previous day of this year. Have you noticed how nearly like This- 
tle Butterflies these Hunter Butterflies are? Notice when they are at rest 
with their wings folded over their backs that on the lower wing Hunter's 
Butterfly has only two peacock eye-spots, while Thistle Butterfly has several 
and smaller ones. They are cousins. 

September 29th — Still the Yarrow fairies bloom. It was in June that we 
held a reception for them and their cousins, Sunflower, Dandelion, and 
Thistle. And in the early spring we children liked to find the lacy leaves. 
Now still they bloom — these Yarrow Fairies, named for Achilles, whom, it 
is said, was taught their value by Chiron, the centaur, that he might use 
them as an ointment in the siege of Troy. 

"I like the plants that you call weeds, — 
Sedge, hardback, mullein, yarrow, — 

Which knit their leaves and sift their seeds 

Where any grassy wheel-track leads 
Through country by-ways narrow." — Lucy Larcom. 



"And now from yonder beech-trunk, sheer and sterile, 

The rat-tat-tat of the woodpecker's bill; 
The sharp, staccato barking of a squirrel, 

A dropping nut, and all again is still." — Irvine. 

October — A tiny yellow star here and a tiny yellow star there. 'Tis 
the Yellow Star-grass fairies still blooming by the way. It was May when 
first we found them, and later in June watched tiny bees — Halictus — come 
unto the yellow star-like blossoms. This fairy belongs to the Amaryllis 

O, those dear Earth-star fairies — they were rolling about yesterday 
when the sun was shining; but last night it rained — and to-day they are rest- 
ing. Uncle told me that they are found all over the world, and that when 
they are rolling about they scatter their Baby Spores, who will be, when 
they grow up, Earth Stars — "Water-measuring Earth-stars" Uncle calls them. 
Their scientific name is Geaster hygrometricus. 

October 9th — Still the Moth Mullein blooms beside the way. Early in 
June we found the first blossoms and watched Bee fairies come unto them. 
We children think that it has been wrongly named Moth Mullein, for we 
have never seen a moth about these dainty fairy flowers. They are mem- 
bers of the Figwort family. Who are their cousins? Don't you like to see 
their pretty, round, brown seed vessels beside the road in winter? We 
children like to see them and the birds which come unto them. 

I walked down the road a ways this afternoon and perched on the old rail 
fence. The reason I perched upon the fence was because I wanted to think, 
and while I was thinking I saw several Lizards. Now, a Lizard fairy is a very 
interesting creature — from egghood up. And after one has raised some lizards 
from eggs one has a sort of brotherly feeling toward all Lizards. They so 
like fence corners, and so do I. Now, there are lots of Lizards, but they are 
not all alike — there are Keeled Lizard (Gerrhonotus), Spiny Swift (Scelop- 
orus undulatus). Common Spotted Lizard (Holbrookia maculata), "Horned 
Toad" (Phrynosoma), Skinks (Scincidae), Race Runner (Cumdophorus sex- 
lineatus), and Glass "snake" (Ophisaurus ventralis), And all Lizards do not 
hatch from eggs — for some are born alive. I learned this in Lizard nursery — 
where baby Lizards to the number of thirty-three hatched from the eggs last 
year. But some Mother Lizards whom I brought in to lay eggs laid not eggs 
— ^and yet some mornings there were Baby Lizards with these Mother Lizards 
— and last year in the Lizard nursery seventeen baby Lizards were born alive 
— making a total of forty young Lizards (counting the thirty-three hatched 
from eggs). We named these forty from Assyrian, Egyptian, Chaldean, and 
Babylonian rulers — and seven were also each given a second name from the 






Winter time is such a good time to study many flowerless plants. 'Tis 
in the winter we children like to collect the Moss Fairies. We have many 
Moss Fairies dwelling in our Fern garden. Then during these months, 
when many flowering plants are sleeping, it is such a joy to find the Lichen 
fairies along the way. And even the humblest fairies by the road are full 
of interest. Now, a Lichen fairy is really two different fairy plants living 
together. It is just this way : A white Fungus Fairy (who is made up of a 
felt work of minute threads, much like those in Moulds and Toadstools — 
and Algae Fairies (tiny plants often of a greenish color) dwell together 
with mutual benefit to one another. Sir Algae are entangled in the meshes 
of Fungus fairy. Now, Sir Fungus in this way gives support and moisture 
to Sir Algae — and Sir Algae, with the help of their own green coloring 
matter and sunshine, give food to the Fungus fairies. But we children have 
learned that, though the Algae Fairies can live without the Fungus, the 
Fungus cannot live without the Algae, as they cannot get food from the 
stone nor having chlorophl (which makes the green coloring matter in 
the Algae and other plants) they are unable to take food from the air by 
the aid of sunshine. Isn't this truly a wonderful Fairyland? Look for 
Lichen fairies on the rocks along the way. 

Dec. 24th — Today we decorated the Christmas tree for the birds — the little 
birds who glory in the snowstorm and mind not at all the rain. We began 
with the fir tree by the gate — then five along the road and three in the 
woods. With pieces of suet, and apple, and baked potatoes, we decorated 
their Christmas trees. Then we sat down on a log and waited — waited and 
watched to see who would come first to our Christmas tree — and he who 
came first was a glad Chick-a-dee. 

Chick-a-dees were among my first friends. It was in the winter that 
I learned to know them — in the winter when the snow was on the ground. 
I was three, then, and had my daily lunch counter for the birds on the win- 
dow sill. Being only three was somewhat trying when one was not allowed 
to go out in the snow to play with the Chick-a-dees. The next best thing was 
to divide one's meal with them on the window sill. 

Jan. 3rd — A Snowflake and a Junco — more Snowflakes and more gray 
Snow birds. Yesterday it was cloudy and a stray Sunbeam came and gave 
a new glory to the day, and made all We Children more glad. Today it is 
snowing and Junco's coming is to our hearts like the Sunbeam of yesterday. 
He is here — he is there. He seems a part of the snowstorm. We know 
what he likes — and we give what he likes. Seeds of weeds we gathered for 
him — in the late summer and early fall days — along highways and by-ways 
we sought and found — and gathered pockets full of seeds of weeds. 



"I feel the year's slow — beating heart 
The sky's chill prophecy I know; 
And welcome the consummate art 
Which weaves for earth this mantle of snow." 

Winter days now are here — a few snowflakes came yesterday. I've been 
tending to Bird lunch counters to-day. And these birds I saw along the way 
— Robin. Bluebird, Varied Thrush, Chick-a-dee, Junco, Grosbeak, and Rosy 

On winter days, bleak winter days — days that seem a bit colorless — I do 
so like to climb upon the old gray pasture fence and think — sometimes I 
think of colors. To-day I was thinking of some of the fairies who wear red 
— Cardinal Bird and Cardinal Flower, Scarlet Tanager, Clover Blossoms, 
Red-winged Blackbird, Columbine and Flame Lily, and Ruby-crowned 
Kinglet, Scarlet Painted Cup, Oswego Tea, Scarlet Pimpernel, Coral Honey- 
suckle, and darling little Crossbill. Others, too, wear the color red. 

January 11th — I've been seeking for fairy cradles today. I found five 
Polyphemus ones on Hazel bushes with old dried leaves about them. And by 
and by the spring will come and if all goes well and has gone well beautiful 
Polyphemus Moth fairies will come from these cradles. The winter is the 
time to seek for many fairy cradles. I found a gray chrysalis of a Butterfly 
on the old rail fence. 

Raindrops wearing snowflake dresses — gently drifting down — Mother 
Nature's putting on a dress of wondrous whiteness. We children took to-day 
pieces of dark woolen cloth and held them up to catch the Raindrops wearing 
snowflake dresses. Under a glass that makes little things look big we saw 
these snowflake dresses — and they were beautiful. We learned verses this 
afternoon about the snow. One was by Lowell — and one was by Whittier. 
When I was a little girl — much littler than I am now — I wanted to wear a 
snowflake dress too. So I started down the garden path — and out the garden 
gate — a long, long ways, my dear Mamma thought, but really it was only two 
blocks about, I guess. The little snowflakes came down, down on my warm 
coat — and made me a snowflake dress right over it. Then somehow I got 
tired, and I felt sleepy. Pretty soon I woke up and my new snowflake dress 
was changing to raindrops. Three ones trickled over my nose, and woke me 
up. Being tired, I went into the church — and it was under a seat I woke up. 
Father O'Brien took me home to my darling Mamma, and said he thought 
one snowflake dress a day was enough. I thought so, too. Mother and Father 
were awfully afraid I was going to have croup, but I didn't — I fed the Snow- 
birds, the Chick-a-dees (the ones who tell their names so plainly). And I took 
a mashed potato and gave it to Varied Thrush at the window-sill. My! that 
was a wonderful day — the day I first had a snowflake dress. 



Once upon a time a raindrop took a journey — journeyed to the sky — 
rode upon a cloud — then wore his snowflake dress and rested on the moun- 
tain side — rested long upon the mountain side with other little raindrops 
wearing snowflake dresses, too. 

Then the warm sun came and lingered on the mountain side. Rain- 
drop changed his dress and trickled over the ledge, and tinkled over tiny 
rocks, and laughed in glee as he hurried away down the mountain side. 
Down a little rill, went rushing on until, a little way beyond the foot of the 
hill he lessened his speed and whirling and stopped for a while his purling 
— rested and dreamed — and was lulled to sleep by the wind musician on 
the bosom of the lake. 

Herein are recorded those fairies whom he met upon the way — they 
who dwell in and near the water. And these fairies whom he met upon his 
journey he wants you, the Children of Men, to seek for in the places where 
he met them. For this reason Raindrop's Journey is here recorded — that 
you may know more of the fairies who dwell in and near the water. 

Unto all ye Children of Men who read of his journey Raindrops speaks : 
"Write and tell me of the Fairies you meet in and near the water — when 
you meet them — where you meet them — what you learn about them — and 
what you would like to know about them. 'Tis a joy I count it to help you 
find them and know them." Thus he speaks. 

In a pond where the water was deep there dwelt a fairy with submerged 
rootstock and small purplish flowers. Her name 'twas Water-shield. Under- 
neath her leaves hid tiny Fish. Raindrop knew because he balanced on the 
edge of the leaf and peeked over. Then he came close up to one of these 
little fish. He learned that Water-shield had another name — Water Target, 
and that she belonged to the Water-lily family. Also he learned that these 
Water Target fairies dwell in parts of Australia, Africa and Asia. 

In a swampy patch of ground he saw a fairy with a yellow throat wear- 
ing a black mask. "Which way, sir? Which way, sir?" — thus spake this 
fairy Yellow-throat. Then Raindrop remembered and told him of the poet 
Van Dyke and of his writing a poem about him. 

An evergreen tree of irregular form Raindrop found the Pacific Yew, 
dwelling on the bank ; and told him how he had heard from a bird of the 
Yew's beautiful berries, of how the early home builder used Yew for posts, 
and of the Indians in the far North country making paddles and spear 
shafts from the wood of Yew. 



Flying low over the pond he saw the Swallows — saw and loved them 
and lingered to watch them. 

While yet afar off he heard the booming of Bittern in the marsh. "Ump- 
up, ump-up, ump-up." And Raindrop hearing this understood why Bittern 
is sometimes called Thunder Pumper. Cousin of Heron and Egret is this 
strange interesting fairy who often, at the approach of a person, appears 
like a stick among the rushes as he points his bill to the sky. Raindrop 
says Bittern is an example of Mother Nature's plan of protective coloration. 

Rising above the low grasses and sedges was the Tall Manna-grass at 
the edge of the bog. As Raindrop came near unto them saw he also cattle 
coming to these tall Grass fairies. And on his journey a bird had told him 
that in fall it was the feasting place of many water birds, on their way to 
the south, for well they like these seeds. 

Two days later he came unto Water Scorpion, he of the family of 
Nepidae, he whose scientific name is Nepa cinerea. And he found him feed- 
ing upon eggs of fish. 

It was a moist place near unto the bank of the stream that Raindrop 
met three "Toad Bugs," they of the family Galulidae, they who, because of 
their projecting eyes, their dull mottled colors, and their broad, short bodies 
have been called "Toad Bugs." 

In the bottom of the stream on rocks were many tiny rocks fastened 
together into a tube about an inch long. "Well, who in the world lives there, 
I just wonder," remarked Raindrop to himself, but the owner of the home 
overheard him. "I live here," came from the tube. "And who are you?" 
"I am going to be, when I grow up, a Caddis-fly. When I grow up I shall 
fly away from the water here, for wings then I shall have when I grow up." 
Farther down the stream Raindrop found other quaint homes of fir needles 
and of tiny sticks in which lived larvae of other Caddis-flies. And the little 
hermits within the log cabins were feeding upon water plants. 

Farther down the stream Raindrop met a Mother Salmon going up the 
stream to lay her eggs. From her he learned that after they hatched from 
the eggs laid in the fresh water that Salmon fairies return to the ocean. 
Then when egg-laying time comes they seek for fresh water — and so ascend 
the streams to lay their eggs. Sometimes on this journey they travel several 
hundred miles. The Salmon fairy whom Raindrop interviewed was then 
four hundred miles from the sea. Raindrop learned also that after the 
spawning season Mother and Father Salmon die; but their lives go on in the 
lives of their many fish children of which at least a few nearly always grow 
up. So Raindrop said good-bye to Chinook Salmon, and he thought of her 
fish children making the journey to the sea though she returned not. And 
pondering over this he thought of the wonderfulness of life. 



How Raindrop liked the Pussy Willows I cannot tell ; but each of 
you can measure his love for them by the love you have for them in your 
own hearts. Wind Fairies whispered to Raindrop of someone saying, "I 
sometimes think the Pussy Willows gray are angel kittens who have lost 
their way." 

And in a quiet place where the waters sang not, but lay dreaming de- 
lightful, velvety dreams, there Raindrop found the Water Lilies, found the 
Nymphaea Odorata, with their root stalks anchored in the silt at the bottom 
of the stream, with their leaves floating on the surface of the water. And 
he lingered near a great white blossom with its golden stamens — and as he 
lingered there among the Water Lilies the Wind Fairies whispered to him 
of the Water Lilies' cousins, the fairy Lotus Flowers, whom people of the 
Far East love and adore — spoke unto him of how they tell of Brahma's 
coming forth from the Lotus, of how Budha first appeared floating on this 
mystic flower. All this told they unto Raindrop as he watched the bees and 
flower flies coming unto the Water Lilies. 

Somewhere a flute was calling "O-ka-lee, O-ka-lee." And Raindrop, 
listening, wondered who was he? Where could he now be? "O-ka-lee," he 
heard again, this moment nearer, and the next moment a fairy in black with 
red upon his wings was among the reeds, was on the tallest reed of all. 

While Raindrop was coming nearer the bird upon the reed began, *'0- 
ka-lee. Redwing Blackbird is my name. To the family Icteridae I belong. My 
cousins are Bobolink, Oriole, Blackbird and Meadowlark. My home is in the 
swamp out there. In the swamp among the mosses of the reeds, is our cra- 
dle made of grasses and it suits their needs — the needs of our babies who are 
soon going to come out of the four eggs cradled there. O-ka-lee, more busy 
then I shall be. O-gurgle-ee-e, 'tis so happy that I be." And the flute in coat 
of black with red upon his wings sailed away toward the swamp out there. 

In the swamp a sunshine flower was blooming, and Raindrop soon 
found these fairies, the Marsh Marigolds, and he told them of Shakespeare 
and of his writing "And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes." 
Also Raindrop had learned from the Wind Fairies that in Avon meadows 
bloom the Marsh Marigolds. These fairies belong to the Buttercup family. 
Who are some of their cousins? Their scientific name is Caltha palustris. 
While Raindrop tarried among them he saw bright flies, Syrphidae flies, 
come unto them. He had been gone from the swamp but a little way down 
the stream when he came unto cousins of Marsh Marigold, the Gold Threads, 
who were so named because of their beautiful roots. 

Along the stream met he, too, Bridal Wreath, cousin of Meadowsweet, 
Sweetbrier, Strawberry, Rose and Blackberry. 



Ever and anon he met a Clam. And this Clam was feeding- upon tiny- 
particles of Algae, etc., in the water. After observing these clams for some 
time, Raindrop realized that Clams aid in purifying surface water. He 
wanted to know how many Boys and Girls who read of his journey have 
kept Clams in an aquarium and have observed their important work. 

On the muddy bottom of the pond Raindrop met a fish fairy whose 
skin was mud-color and thick and leathery. But this fish had not scales 
as many fish have. Who was he? His name? — Cat Fish, Horned Pout, 
Bullhead. Raindrop told this particular Horned Pout what a great man 
had written of them and some of their relatives. This great man, who knows 
so, so much about fishes — the little ones and the big ones, too — said this 
about Horned Pout : 

"And what fish will the natural boy naturally take? In America, there is but 
one fish which enters fully into the spirit of the occasion. It is a fish of many species 
according to the part of the country, and of as many sizes as there are sizes of boys. 
This fish is the horned pout, and all the rest of the species of Ameiurus. Homed pout 
is its Boston name. Bullhead is good enough for New York; and for the rest of the 
country, big and little, all the fishes of this tribe are called catfish. A catfish is a jolly 
blundering sort of a fish, a regular Falstaff of the ponds. It has a fat jowl, and a fat 
belly, which it is always trying to fill. Smooth and sleek, its skin is almost human in 
its delicacy. It wears a long mustache, with scattering whiskers of other sort. Mean- 
while it always goes armed with a sword, three swords, and these it has always on 
hand, always ready for a struggle on land as well as in the water. 

The Catfish loves the millpond best of all, and it has no foolish dread of hooks 
when it goes forth to bite. It swallows the hook. Soon it joins its fellows on the 
forked stick, and even then, uncomfortable as it may find its new relations, it never 
loses sight of the humor of the occasion. Its large head and expansive forehead be- 
token a large mind. It is the only fish whose brain contains a Sylvian fissure, a piling 
up of tissue consequent on the abundance of gray matter. So it understands and 
makes no complaint. After it has dried in the sun for an hour, pour a little water 
over its gills, and it will wag its tail, and squeak with gratitude. And the best of all 
is, there are horned pouts enough to go around." — David Starr Jordan. 

And Raindrop on his journey learned that Frog eggs were laid in masses 
of jelly, whereas Toad eggs were laid in strings of jelly. Every time Rain- 
drop came unto the eggs of Toads or Frogs he so much wished that they 
were hatched, for he liked to play with Tad-poles, who were to be, when 
grown up. Frogs and Toads. 

Swamp Honeysuckle dwelt in the swamp, and there Raindrop found 
her, with other swamp fairies 'round her. To the Heath family she belongs 
and her cousins are Laurel, Rhododendrons, and Arbutus. 

In a shallow pool he met the larvae of the delicate Midge Flies — they 
who belong to the family Chironomidae. Raindrop was just going to in- 
terview them when some fish ate them up. 



While he lingered in a Northern lake Raindrop heard, then saw the 
Loon, the solitary Loon, the Great Northern Diver, the Gavia imber : 

"The Loon that laughs and flies 

Down to these reflected skies." — Longfellow. 

In a marsh were two cousins of the family Gruidae — they were Whoop- 
ing Crane and Sandhill Crane. A mile away he heard their bugle-like cry. 

Paddling along among the tules at the edge of a pond was Mud Hen, 
otherwise known as American Coot, and Fulica americana. Raindrop saw 
her dive in the shallow water, then paddle along among the tules until she 
came to a laughing group — a group of fairies like unto herself. And she 
joined in their chatter. Mud Hens are cousins of Gallinules and Rails. 

A fairy came stepping daintily over the grass tops. 'Twas Black-necked 
Stilt, whom Raindrop had met the day before at the farther end of the pond. 

About Tule Lake were Cormorants, who were expert fishermen. Rain- 
drop learned that they belonged to the family Phalacrocoracidae. 

Sometimes along inland waters he would come upon a Sea Gull. 

'Twas in tule marsh that he first caught a glimpse of Forster Tern, he 
who is the cousin of Caspian Tern, Royal Tern and Common Tern — he 
whose scientific name is Sterna forsteri. 

And when again he saw a little eel he thought of that verse: 

"A youthful eel resided in a tiny tidal pool ; 

He was lithe as gutta-percha, and as pliable ; 
From his actions and contractions he appeared to be a fool, 

But his virtue was completely undeniable." — Averyl. 

'Twas in a pond, a shallow one, that Raindrop met Pickerel Weed. And 
he learned that Aurelius Evangel, the little Wind Fairy, had passed that 
way only four hours and eleven minutes previously. 

At the border of a lake, among the tules, he saw a queer floating nest — 
'twas a raft of grass, tule-stems, and water plants — 'twas a Grebe cradle. In 
it were Western Grebe's eggs — four white ones. Later during his journey 
he met her cousins Horned Grebe, Eared Grebe, Least Grebe and Pied-Billed 

Near the rivers in the lowlands he met Spotted Sandpiper fairies — "Peet- 
weet" he heard them calling — these little cousins of many other Sand- 
pipers, these quaker gray birds whom children call "Tip-up" and "Teeter- 

"I heard a whisper, sweet and keen, 
Flow through the fringe of rushes green, 
The water saying some light thing, 
The rushes gayly answering." — Thompson. 



Raindrop, observing on that May Day at the edge of the pond, saw here 
and there a tiny, spindle-shaped egg, glued to a grass stem. And while yet 
he wondered as to who had placed them there, he saw Mother Marsh Tread- 
er and learned of her that these same eggs were the present cradles of little 
Marsh Treaders to be. 

Slowly wandering through a meadow on a day in June Raindrop came 
upon the Yerba Mansa fairies — they who are famous among the Spanish- 
Californians. And further on he met Swamp Buttercups, wading in the 
shallow water — Swamp Buttercups, cousins of Columbine, Gold Thread and 

Hovering near Willows and Alders along the way he saw Rutulus 
Swallowtail. And the little girl told Raindrop of how she collected the tiny 
eggs from the Willow and Alder leaves and raised the caterpillars — of how 
these caterpillars grew and changed into Rutulus Swallowtail Butterflies. 

As he lingered in the swale saw he not far away two cousins — Wild 
Crab Apple and Service Berry, whose other name is Amelanchier. Leaving 
the swale by way of a little stream, he came upon a third cousin — Hawthorne 
— whose other name is Crotagus ; and yet another name had he — Western 
Haw. All these belong to the Apple family. 

Here and there he met the fairy Newt, a Salamander, who came from a 
brown eggs about the size of Toad fairy's egg. He watched these Newt 
fairies eating wrigglers that were to have been Mosquitoes when they grew 
up — also he saw them eating other insects in the water. 

One day Raindrop bumped into the queerest looking fairy. It was no 
other than the larva of the Dobson fly — he who is known as Ho Jack, Gog- 
gle Goy and Flipflap. From this fairy he learned that Dobson Flies lay 
their eggs upon the leaves of trees overhanging the water — and as soon as 
they can get out of the eggs the baby larvae drop into the water — and that 
they live in the water for almost three years. Then they become grown-up 
Dobson flies after spending a short time as pupae. And the larva who told 
this to Raindrop was then two years and ten months old and was soon to 
leave the water. 

Before he came to the bend in the river he saw Kingfisher overhead — a 
flash of blue and white — and then a sudden plunge and splash ; and King- 
fisher, returning to his perch, swallowed his silvery dinner. When afterwards 
Raindrop heard his cheering rattle he thought : 

"No wonder he laughs so loud, 
No wonder he looks so proud; 

There are great kings that would give their royalty 
To have one day of his felicity." — Thompson. 



Raindrop, ever delighting in the color red, was overjoyed when he 
beheld, while yet afar off, the Cardinal Flower, beside the stream. ''With 
its red flowers Cardinal Flower wooes the Hummingbird," the Wind fairies 
had told Raindrop, and even as he came unto them, saw he a Hummingbird 
at the bright blossoms. The message Cardinal Flower asked Raindrop to 
carry unto the Children of Men was that they love them and leave them 
blooming where they find them, lest in a few years there would be a fam- 
ine of Cardinal Flower fairies. "So many of us are picked and carried away 
before we can send our seed children into the world — and how can there 
be many Cardinal Flower fairies unless many seed babies are sent into 
the world?" So spoke the bright fairy unto Raindrop. (And Raindrop is 
eager that all you children who read of his journey love the Cardinal Flow- 
ers and leave them blooming where you find them, that there may be many 
more Cardinal Flowers in coming years ; and thus they may know that 
Raindrop gave their message unto you, the Children of Men.) 

"On a mossy bank the Mist-Maidens dwell," the Wind Fairies told 
Raindrop, and in such a place he found them with their scalloped leaves 
and pearly petals. Cousins of the Waterleaf and Yerba Santa are the Mist- 
Maidens. Their scientific name is Romanzoffia, in honor of Nicholas Ro- 
manzoff, a Russian nobleman. 

"Yes, I am Water Ouzel," answered the quaint bird bobbing among the 
rocks, "and Liloriole has been to my home so the Children of Men will know 
about it," in answer to Raindrop's questions. 

It was along the stream that Raindrop found Twisted Stalk fairy of the 
Lily of the Valley family — Twisted Stalk with tiny, greenish-white bells 
hiding under his beautiful, glossy, green leaves. By the stream farther down 
found he, too. Spikenard, cousin of Twisted Stalk — Spikenard, who looks 
much like a wild Lily of the Valley with her several little starry blossoms. 

In a meadow met he Meadow Foam — in a meadow where a little brook, 
having forgotten its course, was wandering here and there. So Raindrop 
wandered hither and yonder with the brook — and in his wandering found 
the Meadow Foam fairies at home. And the meadow was all a-cream with 
these fairies — the cousins of Geraniums, Filaree and Red Robin. 

Upon the surface of the pond floated Wokas, the Indian Pond Lily. 
"Water Nymph" is the meaning of her scientific name, Nymphaea. Yellow 
are her sepals and Raindrop told her of Hiawatha's canoe floating. 

"Upon the river 
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn 
Like a yellow water-lily." 



Just around the bend in a place where the stream was dreaming, Rain- 
drop came upon Water Boatman, he of the family of Corixidae, swimming 
on the surface of the water. And when Raindrop from the bottom of the 
stream called unto him. Water Boatman, being an air breather, as he de- 
scended below the surface of the water, carried down with him a film of air 
among the fine hairs over his body. 

"I've been watching you — how quickly you move about. This is your 

"Yes," answered Water Boatman, "this is now my home. Last year I 
lived in a pond ; but when the warm days came it dried up, and I, with several 
others, flew away in search of water somewhere else. On our way we saw 
something shining — so bright — we flew about it. I afterwards learned that 
it was an electric light. And while we were hovering near it a little girl 
came and watched us, and I heard her say: 'They do not belong here.' I'm 
sure we must have looked clumsy, for we are not nearly so quick on land as 
in the water. Then she caught us and next day brought us to dwell here, 
where the water is dreaming. I think that she must have understood the 
longings of a Water Boatman's heart for water." 

Raindrop was pondering about something. "Are your eggs laid in the 
water, or on land?" 

"In the water," gravely answered Water Boatman ; "in the water on the 
stems of water plants. And the little girl who put me back in water told me 
that the eggs of our cousins in a land farther south are gathered by the In- 
dians and made into cakes with meal. She gave me a nibble of one her uncle 
had brought to her; but I didn't care for it. I was very glad when she 
placed me in the water here — and I like to live here." 

The Otters were sliding, a-sliding down the slippery bank, when first 
Raindrop came in sight of them, and he thought from the way they acted 
that they were having as much fun as the boys and girls would doing the 
same thing. And later he thought as he watched them gliding along 
through the water how the boys and girls would joy to swim as well as 
they. He saw one Otter go after an eel, and another catch a trout. 
"Mother and Father Otter are devoted parents," Raindrop told Wind Fairy 
next day as he described to him their den beneath the bank — and their 

O'er the rippling water at the edge of the stream was bending a fairy 
with many dainty leaves, like unto Maidenhair Ferns. It was Meadow 
Rue, and her blossoms were like tassels — greenish tassels, tinged with pur- 
ple. Raindrop learned that her cousins were Wind Flower, Buttercup and 
Gold Thread. 


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There were ripples and there were Sunbeams, and there were Sunfish 
too. Raindrop lingered and watched the sudden movings about of his little 
lordship. When the morrow came and the sun was up he still was waiting, 
for he wanted to find out about the nest this Father Sunfish makes in prep- 
aration for baby fish that are to be. But the Wind Fairies whispered to him 
that Liloriole would tell the children about this nest. There were other fai- 
ries Raindrop must hurry on to see. 

Lingering about the edge of the pond Raindrop found the yellow Cin- 
quefoil fairies — they whose other names are Five Finger, Potentilla and 
Silverweed ; they who are cousins of Rose, Cherry and Blackberry. 

Over the surface of the water came skimming Hygrotrechus Remsigis, 
the Water Strider — he who in color is dark brown, he who in food habits is 
carnivorous, he who in his skimming over the water delighteth the hearts of 
many children — Water Strider of the family Hydrobatidae. 

On a warm day in the swamp Raindrop met Mink and asked him if 
he was one of the water folk. '*No," said Mink : "I fish and swim and dive, 
but I'm a hunter, too. I've been feasting on frogs today — found a lizard a 
while ago, and three earthworms. I'm a mouser, too, and I like young 
birds — to eat." 

On a wet bank by a slowly moving stream on a July day he found in 
blossom Sagittaria, whose other name is Arrow-head, and whose delicate, 
golden-centered white flowers ever are bringing to the children of men a 
message of faith and purity. 

Every little while Raindrop met a Water Snake — Tropidonotus. Some 
were banded ones, some were striped, and some were splotched, and so were 
named accordingly. From observation Raindrop learned that Water Snakes 
feed upon frogs, and toads, and little fishes. He also learned that baby Wa- 
ter Snakes do not hatch from eggs, but are born alive. He saw a number of 
baby Water Snakes in August and September. 

On a warm, warm day that was a quiet day he met along the way Dragon- 
flies — some with clear wings, some with blue wings, some with red — all flit- 
ting overhead. 'Twas in the water 'round about him that he saw larvae, who 
were to be Dragon-flies, feeding upon other larvae, who were to be Mosqui- 
toes. And overhead again he saw grown-up Dragon-flies. 

In summer-noon flushes, 

And, motionless sitting^ 
Hear it bubble and run, 

When all the wood hushes, 
Blue dragon-flies knitting 
To and fro in the sun, 

Hear its low inward singing. 
With level wings swinging 

With sidelong jerk flitting, 
Sink down in the rushes. 

On green-tasseled rushes, 
To dream in the sun. 



"I envy the stream, as it glides along 

Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song." — Bryant. 

Near unto the stream he met the Beaver — met the builder of the dam, 
met he whose scientific name is Castor canadensis. And from him Raindrop 
learned the lore of dam-building — and learning of the building of the dam 
he planned to come again in wintertime that he might tell the Children of 
Men of Wintertime in Beaverland, of Wintertime in Beaver Dam. Rain- 
drop continued his journey, and Beaver went on with his supper of lily roots 
and green twigs. 

"Vines are the curtains, blossoms the floor; 
Voices of waters, sing evermore." — Taylor. 

On a mossy log in a pond was a Duck fairy — in color not like other 
Ducks. 'Twas as though Mother Nature had baptized him in the rainbow, or 
while making the rainbow had paused for a moment to pet him — and in her 
stroking gave unto him and his descendants the hues of the raindrop. So 
children whom Raindrop knew told him of this fairy Wood Duck, whose 
scientific name is Aix sponsa. From these children he learned of their finding 
Wood Duck palace in an old hollow tree at the edge of the swamp. The cradle 
was lined with down from Mother Wood Duck's breast — and in the cradle 
were ten creamy-white eggs — and the day upon which Raindrop met the chil- 
dren they were picking out names for the ten Baby Wood Ducks-to-be. 

In swamps and swampy land he met Swamp Ash and Black Ash, with 
whose splinters some people make baskets. Then along streams and near unto 
them he beheld Red Ash and Green Ash. All these belong to the Olive family. 

As Raindrop proceeded down the stream he met Belostoma proceeding 
up the stream — Belostoma, the great Water Bug. 'Tlease tell the Children 
of Men to call me by my proper name — Belostoma," he called unto Raindrop. 
"How shall they know you as Belostoma?" inquired Raindrop. "Why, bless 
yer heart, Raindrop — me picture is in that book in me natural size and me 
natural color — and me very own name, Belostoma, under it." And Raindrop 
then felt certain that all you Girls and Boys would want to call Water Bug 
by his proper name, Belostoma americanum. 

O those little Rainbow Trout, how Raindrop liked them! 

"I chatter, chatter, as I flow 

To join the brimming river; 
For men may come and men may go, 

But I go on forever." — Tennyson, "The Brook." 



"The river sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed 
Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks. 
Seems with continuous laughter to rejoice 
In its own being." — Bryant. 

O'er the singing waters, bending over the mossy bank, were the Maiden- 
Hair Fern fairies. "Lovely fairies these," Raindrop told Aurelius Evangel, 
the little Wind Fairy. 

Many Frogs did Raindrop see upon his journey, and Tadpoles, who 
were to be Frogs when they grew up, and also eggs in which were baby Tad- 
poles to be. Among the Frogs he met upon his journey were : Leopard 
Frog, Green Frog and Bullfrog. 

Growing close beside a ditch was Shell-flower, otherwise known as 
Turtle-head. Raindrop watched the Bees enter the flowers and also saw 
Checker-spot Butterflies, the Baltimore, hovering about the plant. After- 
wards he learned that these butterflies laid their crimson eggs upon the 
under side of Shell-flower's leaves, and upon the plant the caterpillars lived. 
Also he found out that Mullein, Monkey Flower and Foxglove were cous- 
ins of this fairy, Shell-flower. 

On his journey, too, met he that near cousin of Lobster, Crayfish. One 
day he saw a Mother Crayfish with her eggs upon her swimmerets, and 
thought that a very handy way to carry her eggs about with her. He also 
learned that the baby Crayfish cling to the swimmerets until they are able 
to scuttle about for themselves. Crayfish is a distant relative of the insect 
fairies, belonging to the same great group Arthropoda — to which belong 
the Spiders, Insects. Centipedes and Millipedes. Raindlrop wanted you 
children who read of his journey to write and tell him of the things you 
have learned in watching the Crayfish. 

He found Sucker feeding at the bottom of the pond — feeding upon 
soft-bodied insects. 

Several times on his journey Raindrop met Turtles. He found them 
feeding upon insects and small fish. Once in a while he saw a Turtle eat 
another Turtle's leg or tail with relish; so Raindrop felt from these observa- 
tions that it would be advisable to tell the Boys and Girls to only keep one 
Turtle at a time in a small aquarium lest they feed upon one another's legs 
and tails. 

Many different Willows Raindrop saw along the stream — Black Wil- 
low, Silky Willow and all the other Willows, too. Seeing them, he thought 
of this verse: 

"They shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses." — 
Isaiah 44:4. 



Then Raindrop met Back Swimmer — he of the family Notonectidae, he 
who swims upon his back with his stomach upward. And Raindrop knew 
him immediately as Back Swimmer — for in this manner had he been de- 
scribed unto him : "You will see one who looks somewhat like Water Boat- 
man; but by this shall you know him — he seemingly swims upside down." 

When Raindrop wanted to know where he came from and what his food 
was, he answered : "I came from an egg, an egg that was placed in the stem 
of a plant that lives in the water, by my mother. And I eat insects, other in- 
sects that live in the water, and" But he finished the sentence by catch- 
ing a little Minnow. And just when Raindrop thought the interview at an 
end Back Swimmer began again : "But I've not always lived here in this 
water, once a little girl took me out of the mud at the bottom of this stream 
(it was in the winter time — most springtime, I suppose) and took me home 
with her — took me home and placed me in a tiny pool with glass on all 
sides — aquarium was what she called it. All things went well for a while, 
and then — well, there were quite a number of we folks who live in the wa- 
ter in that aquarium, and you have probably observed on your journey that 
even where we have much room we do not dwell together in peace. And as 
the days went by we folks dwelling in that aquarium became less in number. 
I, myself, helped in the disappearance of a number of the other insects. But 
one morning, right before her eyes, I took a Minnow which she liked very 
much. A tear came rolling down her face and then another, and they 
splashed in the water right over me. Then something so big came down 
into the water. (It's that something I think Boys and Girls call a hand.) 
The next thing I knew it had hold of me, and I was going somewhere. Well, 
I soon found myself back here again. * * * My ! but that aquarium was 
interesting — wished I could have stayed there longer." 

"Dear, my, O dear," said Raindrop. "I think that aquarium idea is great 
and I'm hoping that all the little girls and boys who read of my journey will 
have an aquarium — one with congenial fairies in it." 

"The silver weed with the yellow flowers, 
Blooms on the bank of that clear brook, 
Whose music cheers my lonely way.'* 

Not far from the stream on a day in September saw he again a flower 
of many names, a flower whom he had first seen in blossom in July — Jewel- 
weed, Balsam, Touch-Me-Not and Silver Leaf : and by scientists known as 
Impatiens pallida. And while yet he watched he saw a Hummingbird come 
unto this horn of plenty; and the Children named it among the Humming- 
bird's flowers. Why its many names? And the Children merrily answered "for 
its flowers, for the dew upon its leaves at morn, for the way it scatters its 
seeds, for the silver upon its leaves when we place them under water." 




Among the grasses on the bank Raindrop caught a glimpse of Ribbon 
Snake — one of the slenderest of Snake fairies ; he who feeds upon tadpoles, 
frogs and salamanders ; he whose scientific name is Eutaenia saurita. 

One September evening Raindrop paused at the edge of the swamp, 
and perceiving many little holes in the mud, called : "Snipe, Snipe, where 
are you?" for by these signs he thought him near. And indeed he was near 
by, probing in the mud for worms; but so much like his surroundings he 
looked that at first Raindrop had not perceived him. 

"I've come to " began Raindrop, but Wilson Snipe, otherwise known 

as Jack Snipe, and by scientists as Gallinago delicata, interrupted with : "I 
know why you have come and what you are here for. . . . Some of my 
cousins are Woodcocks, Sandpipers, Dowitchers, and Curlews — we all be- 
long to the Scolopacidae family. . . . No, of course I don't wade far out — 
I probe for nearly all I eat. What do I eat? Just you watch and see." 

And Raindrop, watching and seeing, concluded that his menu consisted 
mainly of worms. When he remarked of this to Wilson Snipe, he re- 
joined: "Yes, mainly of nice, juicy worms, but not entirely so, for, too, I 
like a dainty bite of grasshopper and other insects hereabout." 

So far in their talk home building had not been mentioned, and Rain- 
drop pondered a bit as to how he should bring it in — then he happened to re- 
member that courting time comes before home building time, and said to 
Snipe: "Early in the spring I heard the Aeolian whistling of your wings 
when you a-wooing did go." 

"Yes — and Liloriole came to our home on the ground in the Marsh 
where my mate had eggs three, and she told us of thee and thy journey." 
So that was how Jack Snipe had learned of Raindrop's journey. 

A Blackbird with a yellow head Raindrop saw in the swamp. 'Twas 
Yellow-headed Blackbird himself — the cousin of Meadowlark and Oriole. 

Along the way Raindrop met an Eel — a slippery Eel on her way to the 
sea. And when he asked her why she was going to the sea he learned that 
she was going there to spawn. When young she had come up the river and 
up this stream, but was now going back to salt water. There on a bank of 
mud, off the mouth of the river, she would lay her eggs and they would be 
fertilized, and hatch. Then months afterwards the young Eels would find 
their way inland up streams. Would the Mother Eel return? — No, she jour- 
neys not the second time up the streams for she dies soon after her eggs are 
laid. Raindrop pondered — in the spring he had met Mother Chinook Salmon 
going up stream to lay her eggs, after which she would die. Now he met 
Mother Eel going to the sea to lay her eggs, after which she would die. 
But the Mother Eel's life would go on in the lives of her baby Eels, even 
as the life of Mother Salmon went on in the lives of her baby Salmon. 



Every now and then upon his journey Raindrop was taken by the Sun- 
beam fairies up, up into the clouds — and then again he came down, down to 
continue his journey in another place. So sometimes he was along a moun- 
tain stream — again a lake — and then some river. But ever as- he journeyed 
he sought and found the fairies who dwell in and near the water that he 
might tell the Children of Men of these fairies. 

Often it was that he saw the Fairy Trout and, seeing them, lingered 
to watch them, and as he stayed among them he thought of the verse he had 
learned from a little girl as she leaned over the waters watching the Trout. 

"The trout within yon wimpling burn glides swift — a silver dart; 
And safe beneath the shady thorn defies the angler's art." — Bums. 

In the swamp he found the Cat-Tails at home — at the edge of the swamp 
where their fibrous roots had threaded the mud. And he called up unto them 
and they listened and talked with him — for awhile. And from them he 
learned that the winds and the waters help their seed babies to find new 
homes. And from the Wind Fairies he learned a little child's rhyme about 

Many Ducks met he upon his journey. Among them were Mallard, 
Pin-tail, Redhead, Blue-bill, Buffle-head, Canvas-back, Gadwall, Shoveller, 
Scoter, Ruddy and Ring-necked, Old Squaw and Long-tailed. 

At the edge of the stream he saw the Muskrat — saw the fairy Muskrat 
feeding upon the roots of the sweet flag. And he learned from Muskrat 
how the winter lodge is made, from where they brought the flag and lily 
roots they liked so well, where their summer burrow was. Also he learned 
from Muskrat of a little girl in search of the homes of Fairyland visiting 
their summer burrow when he was a younger Muskrat. (He was not yet 
very old — very young, Raindrop thought him.) 

Bumble-bees were coming to and from the purple flowers of Water 
Avens, whom Raindrop found dwelling in the swamp. To the Rose family 
this fairy belongs. Who are her cousins? Her scientific name is Geum 

These Geese he met upon the way were these (and a few others) — 
White-Fronted Goose, Snow Goose, Canada Goose and Cackling Goose. 

'Twas in a salt meadow near unto the sea that Raindrop saw Marsh Rose- 
mary. "Like mist blown in over the meadow from the sea" these many fai- 
ries appeared. Marsh Rosemary belongs to the Plumbago family and fair 
are her lavender blossoms. 

And Raindrop going on and on came to the sea, the deep, deep sea, the 
far reaching sea — soft was the light that lay upon the sea — and many were 
the fairies that dwelt therein. And because of their multitudes everywhere 
he thought to write another book of the fairies who dwell there. 



"And what is so rare as a day in June? 

Then, if ever, come perfect days; 
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, 

And over it softly her warm ear lays." — Lowell. 

June 1st — The fields are yellow with God's Gold. Afar it stretches, as 
though last night and the night before a thousand sunbeams came to linger 
for awhile and make a cloth of gold upon the bosom of our field. 

"Flower of the Westland, with calyx of gold, 

Swung in the breeze over lace-woven sod; 

Filled to the brim with the glory of God, 

All that its wax-petaled chalice can hold." 

June 7th — In the fields yesterday and today on leaves of Plantain we 
found one hundred and seventeen caterpillars of Peacock Butterflies feeding. 
Two weeks and four days ago we found small dark green eggs on Plantain 
leaves — and the caterpillars which came from those eggs are like unto these. 
Two years ago while raising these butterflies to study their life history we 
learned that they would also eat Snapdragon leaves. Peacock Butterfly's 
other name is Junonia Coenia — and he belongs to the Nymphalidae family. 
"Of all the flowers in the mede, 
Than love I most these flowers white and rede 
Soch that men callen dasies in our town." — Chaucer. 

"Bob-o'-link — Bob-o'-link" — he surely tells his name. He is one of the 
dearest of all our field fairies. His whole being fairly bubbles over with 
the joy of the fields. Did you know that he is a cousin of Blackbird, Oriole 
and Meadowlark? We have learned that he likes to eat insects, and also 
some seeds. His scientific name is Dolichonyx oryzivorus. We children 
love this verse about him — and the other day we told it to a Mother Bob-o'- 
link and her Baby Bob-o'-links five. 

"Merrily swinging on brier and weed. 

Near to the nest of his little dame, 
Over the mountain-side or mead, 

Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: 
Bob-o'-link, Bob-o'-link, spink, spank, spink. 
Snug and safe is that nest of ours, 
Hidden among the summer flowers — 

Ghee, chee, chee! 
Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife. 

Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings. 
Passing at home a patient life. 

Broods in the grass while her husband sings: 
Bob-o'-link, Bob-o'-link, spink, spank, spink." 



"In all places then and in all seasons 
' Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, 

Teaching us by most persuasive reasons 
How akin they are to human things." — Longfellow. 

June 8th — This morning I went into the fields before six o'clock, tak- 
ing my breakfast with me. A happy hour I had among the Morning Glory 
fairies. And there were jewel dewdrops on the Spider Webs among the 
vines. Among Morning Glory's cousins are Moon Flower, Man of the 
Earth and Dodder, who has fallen from grace and is much unlike our 
beautiful Morning Glory. 

"And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles 

On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, 

On the leaping waters and gay young isles ; 

Ay, look, and he'll smile, smile thy gloom away." — Bryant. 

June 9th — Gophers are busy out in the field ; and the Mole fairies are 
being blamed for their work. Now the Gopher — it is true that he eateth of 
young roots of things we want to grow ; but the Mole eateth of worms and 
insects. Have you explored for a little way either the tunnel of a Gopher or 
Mole — these fairy folk who live in the earth? 

We have been looking all day for Night-Hawk homes in the field, but 
none we found until near the hour of sunset, when we came unto the old rock- 
bar on the east side of the pasture. And there among the rocks we found 
them — first two eggs, then a baby Night-Hawk, then another egg, then two 
more baby Night-Hawks. Altogether we found seventeen homes. Now, 
Mother Night-Hawk does not build a home — but she lays her eggs, usually 
two in number, on the bare ground or among rocks. Well they harmonize 
with their surroundings, and it is often difficult to see them. Night-Hawks 
have unusually large mouths, which I'm sure must be of an advantage to them 
as they sail through the air catching flies, ants, mosquitoes and other insects. 
We had a wonderful time at the Night-Hawk settlement — we are going to 
select names for all the baby Night-Hawks when we get home — you see, the 
scientific name of Night-Hawks is Chordeiles, and we have a big task in pick- 
ing out names to harmonize with this for the baby Night-Hawks that now 
are — and the baby Night-Hawks that are to come out of all those eggs that 
haven't hatched yet. The clouds were beautiful coming home. 

"A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, 

A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; 

Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow! 

Even in its very motion there was rest; 

While every breath of eve that chanced to blow 

Wafted the traveler to the beauteous west." — Wilson. 


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June 15th — We children love to go to the meadow where the Butter- 
cups grow — why, it looks just like the sun's children had come to live in 
that meadow this month. It is a golden meadow now. Don't you just like 
to cuddle down among Buttercups? We do. Did you know that Butter- 
cup has other names? — Cuckoo Flower, Crowfoot, Kingcup, Butter Flow- 
er and Goldcup. Scientists call her Ranunculus. Have you held a recep- 
tion for Buttercup fairies and invited their cousins, Meadow Rue, Marsh 
Marigold, Larkspur, Columbine, Virgin's Bower and Wind Flower? 

June 17th — In the field today I saw a father Horned Lark with baby 
Larks three busily hunting insects. Then even while I watched them he 
rose into the air singing that tinkling song that sends joy everywhere. He 
is a cousin of the Skylark. 

"Oh, listen! The wild flowers are singing 
Their beautiful songs without words! 
They are pouring the soul of their music 
Through the voices of happy birds." — Lucy Larcum. 

June 20th — I've a Grass Garden out in the field, in the corner of Grand- 
father's field. Today I've been out talking to the Grass fairy children. (Have 
you a Grass Garden?) It brings one so many joys — more joys than toys — 
because the Wind fairies make sweet music among the Grass fairies and little 
fairy voices whisper back and forth ; and one has a wonderful song in one's 
heart as one walks among the Grass fairies in one's own Grass Garden. 
Among the Fairy Grasses who dwell in my garden in the field are : Velvet 
Grass, Silvery Hairgrass, Tall Red-top, Floating Mannagrass, Kentucky Blue 
grass, Reed Canarygrass, Foxtail Grass, Purplish Aristida, Squirrel-tail 
Grass, Nodding Wild Rye, Lacegrass, Timothy and Raygrass. These are 
their common names — other names had they, too, of my own choosing. 

"Even as the growing grass, 

Up from the soil religions pass, 

And the field that bears the rye 

Bears parables and prophecy." — Wheelock. 

June 21st — O, the Timothy Grass in the fields is in bloom; and we chil- 
dren like them all. We sent our greetings to them by the wind this morn- 
ing, and then we raced to the fields to tell them ourselves. We told them how 
they came by their name — ^Timothy — you see it was for Timothy Hanson, 
who cultivated them many years ago, that they were named. The children 
call them Cat's-tail Grass. Their scientific name is Phleum pratense. 



The field Musicians — often we go quietly and listen to them — and lis- 
tening feel the bond of brotherhood with the little Earthfolk about us. And 
who are the musicians of the field — Meadowlark, Bob-o'-link, Bob White, 
Katy-did, Vesper Sparrow and Cricket are among them. 

We were just bubbling over with joy this morning — and we couldn't 
keep still. And when we went to the fields we heard him — "Bob White, 
Bob White." He always tells his name so plainly — this cousin of Par- 
tridge, Grouse and Quail. We learned this verse about him : 

There's a plump little chap in a speckled coat, 
And he sits on the zigzag rail remote, 
Where he whistles at breezy, bracing morn, 
Where the buckwheat is ripe, and stacked the corn ; 
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!" 

June 15th — O, tongues of flame are speaking here and yonder where 
blooms the Indian Paint Brush, the Scarlet Painted Cup, cousin of Mullein, 
Monkey Flower and Fox Glove. And to it comes the Hummmgbird. (We 
saw four about them today.) And, too, we found feeding on the plant, cater- 
pillars, who some day will be Checker-spot Butterflies. Castilleja is its 
scientific name. 

"Earth's crammed with heaven 

And every common bush afire with God.'* 

June 17th — I have just returned from taking the caterpillars to grass. 
Grandfather's eyes twinkled when he met me in the field taking caterpillars 
to grass, and he said in his kindly way, *T met you this morning taking the 
cows to pasture, now it is the butterflies. Whose turn comes next?" 

"The plump ones who are to be Indian Skipper Butterflies when they 
grow up, and the reason I didn't bring all the caterpillars at once — all 
those who feed on grass — was because the herding of caterpillars is more dif- 
ficult than the herding of cows. After the caterpillars browse awhile I bring 
them home with more grass like that upon which they were feeding in the 
field. Now I must take the caterpillars of Indian Skipper to pasture. 

June 21st — Out in the meadow where the land is damp and where hun- 
dreds of Camasses are blooming — that is where we have been today. And 
a wonderful time we have had with Camass fairies who wear the Joyous Blue, 
Grandfather, finding us among the Camasses, told us how their bulbs were 
prized by the Indians and that a war — "the Nez Perce Indian War" in Idaho 
was caused by encroachments upon the territory rich in these bulbs — also he 
said that Bears liked the bulbs. These Camass fairies are cousins of Mis- 
sion Bells and many Lilies. 

June 29th — In the nest of Nakomis, the little field mouse, I found two 
Assassin Bugs. 



July 17th — Over the meadow they flit. Over the Clover they hover — these 
Sulphur Butterfly fairies. Upon the leaf of the Clover an egg I found — and 
upon another leaf another egg. We have raised from sixty to ninety each 
year. And delightful times v^e have had in Butterfly Nursery v^atching the 
caterpillars hatch — and then feed upon Clover leaves, and then rest on the 
midribs of the underside of the leaves. We children all think the green 
caterpillars that are to be Sulphur Butterflies when they grow-up, very inter- 
esting youngsters. Have you looked for the eggs of Sulphur Butterfly on 
Clover leaves. 

July 20th — He has long hind legs and of course he is a good jumper. He 
has such a solemn face — this Grasshopper fairy of the fields. He doesn't have 
his ears in his elbow as Katydid has. His are under his wings on the first 
segment of his abdomen. Have you watched him clean his antennae? A 
very cleanly person is this spry fairy of whom a poet, who lived five hundred 
years before Jesus was born, wrote : 

"Thou dost drink and dance and sing, 

Happier than the happiest king! 

All the fields which thou dost see, 

All the plants belong to thee; 

All the summer hours produce, 

Fertile made with thy juice. 

Man for thee does sow and plow, 

Farmer he, and landlord thou!" — Anacreon. 

July 22nd — This afternoon we children — nine of us — went to the 
field and climbed upon the old rail fence to get a better view of the fields 
— of the Corn Flowers in one particular field. Why, that field is spangled with 
Corn Flower fairies — mostly wearing blue dresses; but some wore purple 
ones and others white. The longer we stood on the fence watching them 
the more we wondered how many there were, so we just started out to 
count them. We did not get many counted until we were sent home to bed 
— because while we were counting Corn Flowers we were tramping down 
the grain. Now wasn't it queer that we hadn't thought of that? But be- 
ing sent to bed didn't stop one's thoughts of Corn Flowers. Their scien- 
tific name is Centaurea (after a wonderful centaur of olden days). They 
are also called Bachelor's Buttons ; and each one consists of many flowers. 

"Wlayside songs and meadow blossoms; nothing perfect, nothing rare; 
Every poet's ordered garden yields a hundred flowers more fair; 
Master-singers know a music richer far beyond compare." 

"Yet the reaper in the harvest, 'mid the burden and the heat, 
Hums a half-remembered ballad, finds the easy cadence sweet, — 
Sees the very blue of heaven in the corn-blDom at his feet." — Van Dyke. 



"From west to east the warm breath blows, 

The slender heads of wheat droop low, as if in prayer. 

Again, more lightly tossed in merry play, 

They bend and bow and sway with measured beat, 

But never rest, through shadow and through sun. 

Goes on the tender rustle of the wheat." 

August 9th — We children found the eggs of the mate of Daddy-Long- Legs, 
whose other names are Grandfather, Graybeard and Harvestman, on the 
ground under a rock in the field. Last year while Grandfather was harvest- 
ing we found eggs like unto these and brought them home. They did not 
hatch until this spring, and the baby Harvestmen were very dear. Each one 
looked like a Daddy-Long-Legs in miniature. They were shy in the day- 
time — and so often I came down in my night gown long after bedtime to see 
what they were doing. It was great the way they changed their skins; and 
auntie remarked that I saved those little skins they shed as a mother saves 
the baby clothes when baby outgrows them. So they outgrew their baby 
clothes, and often we marveled when by accident they lost a leg and grew 
another. Too, it was entertaining to watch them clean their legs. My — such 
long ones as they have. If we had stilts like that — just think of the rate and 
the distance at which we could travel on our exploration, information trips 
each day. Grandfather says "Don't think of it." (I'm sure he is afraid that 
I would not be at home when night came.) 

"The Indian com a rustling symphony 
Murmurs responsive to the wind's sweet will.'- 

August 11th — In Grandpa's pasture we found many Mushroom fairies, 
they who are called the Common Mushrooms, they whose scientific name is 
Agaricus campestris. And Uncle went out and gathered some for supper, 
for these are good to eat. But this Uncle says — "You children must never 
taste the Mushrooms you find for some Mushrooms are poison — and lest it 
be a poison one you taste 'tis best to taste them not at all." And we won't, 
because Uncle, he knows what is best. 

August 13th — 'Most every day now we children are in the wheat fields 
and we listen and listen to the music there. 

"When Sim and sky were sweet, in happy noon, 
We stood breast-high, mid waves of ripened grain, 
And heard the wind make music in the wheat." 

August 15th — In the meadow where the ground is moist the Helmet- 
flowers grow — and now they are blooming — and to them come the Bees, and 
we children. About them we have planted some of their cousins — Catnip, 
Blue Curls, Pennyroyal, Wild Thyme and Peppermint, Gill-over-the-ground, 
and Sweet Basil. 



There is strength in the soil; 

In the earth there is laughter and youth; 

There is solace and hope in the upturned loam. 

And lo, I shall plant my soul in it here like a seed! 

And forth it shall come to me as a flower of song; 

For I know it is good to get back to the earth — Stringer. 

August 20th — Out in the Alfalfa field — that's where we have been this 
morning. Alfalfa fairies are very interesting. Did you know that they are 
cousins of the Sweet Peas, Clovers and Scotch Broom? that Allalfa was taken 
to Greece from Media and was cultivated hundreds of years before Christ 
was born? 

August 23rd — Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon Rheoboam and I 
have just been for a tramp — that is, I did the tramping and J. J. B. S. Rheo- 
boam rode in my biggest apron pocket. He slept part of the way until I had 
so filled that pocket with food for thirteen patients in the hospital that very 
little room was left for him. You see Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon 
Rheoboam is a sleek, fat meadow mouse (not nearly so big as his name) — 
and he and I are good friends through sunshine and rain. He is very fond of 
corn cooked just the way I like it ; but mother learned of this and forbid me 
to carry corn out to J. J. B. S. R., so the only thing to do was to carry J. J. 
B, S. R. to the corn. For five meals I brought him to the table in my pocket 
and gave him nibbles in between times. All went well — I eating with one 
hand and keeping the other hand on his lordship of the field, but on the day 
that I very much needed both hands to cut apart a piece of meat and had not 
a third hand to restrain the wee beastie, his lordship somehow in a moment 
was nibbling at the corn in the dish at my left, which belonged not unto me, 
but to the guest of honor. Lo — a great electrical storm broke in our dining 
room and I received the after effects of it out in the woodshed, where the 
power of the electrical current generated by J. J. B. S. R.'s appearance at the 
table was conveyed through the medium of hazel switches. When I had 
been in bed twenty-one minutes, and seemingly forsaken, who should come 
peeping over the window sill and creeping over the floor but my little friend 
of the fields, Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon Rheoboam. 

"Nature teaches beasts to know their friends." — Shakespeare. 

August 27th — O, the fairy wheels all over the field. We children do like 
them; so also do Wasps, Flies, Beetles and Bees. But the farmer, he says: 
"Those pesky wild carrots are taking the field." Queen Anne's Lace is its 
other name ; and well it is named, with its lacy flowers and fringy leaves. 

And still with reverent hands we cull 

Thy gifts each year renewed; 
The good is always beautiful, 

The beautiful is good." — Whittier. 



"Insect lover of the sun, joy of thy dominion! 

Sailor of the atmosphere; swimmer through the waves of air; 

Voyager of light and noon; epicurean of June." — Emerson. 

Bumble-bees come and Bumble-bees go. Three times I have found a new 
Bumble-bee colony in an old nest of field mice. Long hours I have watched 
near these Bumble-bee homes — and every minute was full of interest. In 
exploring to find out the whys and wherefores of some things I have learned 
that a Bumble-bee worker stings. I believe that the smaller Bumble-bee work- 
ers tend the babies. It seemed that the larger ones were busy bringing in the 
honey. Also sometimes I see them mending the covering of the nest. 

"Burly, dozing bumble-bee, where thou art is clime for me. 

I will follow thee alone, thou animated torrid-zone! 

Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer, let me choose thy waving lines; 

Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, singing over shrubs and vines." — Emerson. 

Sept. 6th — Saw two baby Blue Racers hatch out of two eggs in the comer 
of the meadow to-day. Ten days ago I saw seven eggs there. 

To-day a letter came from little Marino — he's one of the lumber camp 
children who so liked to go with me on our nature walks. And he loved our 
Cathedral, too. The letter to-day was mostly about White-throated Sparrows. 
You see, Marino is gone from our Oregon to the land beyond the Rockies. 
This dear fairy he wrote about is a new fairy he has found there. In the thick- 
et by the old rail fence at the edge of the field was where Marino found these 
darling Sparrow fairies — they whose throats are white, they who like seeds 
of berries and seeds of weeds, they of whom the poet wrote : 

"Have you heard of the Sing-away Bird, 

That sings where the Runaway River 
Runs down with its rills from the bald-headed hills 

That stand in the sunshine and shiver? 
Oh, sing! sing away! sing away! 
How the pines and the birches are stirred 

By the trill of the Sing-away Bird ! 
'Twas a White-throated Sparrow that sped a light arrow 

Of song from his musical quiver. 
And it pierced with its spell every valley and dell 

On the banks of the Runaway River — 
Oh, sing! sing-away! sing-away! 
The song of the wild singer had 
The sound of a soul that is glad." — Lucy Larcum. 

Marino saw one wee White-throated Sparrow alight on a slender weed 
stalk — and down came weed stalk, birdie and all. 



October — In the night, last night, I heard them calling "Kill-dee, kill- 
dee, kill-dee." Over and over again they told their name — these cousins of 
Golden Plover, Snowy Plover and Mountain Plover. 

When Autumn time comes v^ralking across the fields 'tis time to trans- 
plant Wild Floorer fairies to our Wild Flower Gardens. To-day we have been 
transplanting Blue Iris, Blue-eyed Grass and Blue Sailors from the fields to 
our Garden of Joyous Blue. From the damp meadow we transplanted Helmet- 
flower and Forget-me-not. 

October 6th — We children love the Crickets, Mother Nature's tiny violin- 
ists. This year we raised twenty-seven. And to-day in the fields we found 
others. We just feel glad all over when we hear them. 

"Welcome with thy clicking, cricket, 

Clicking songs of sober mirth; 
Autumn striping field and thicket, 

Brings thee to my hearth. 
Where thy clicking shrills and quickens, 

While the mist of twilight thickens. 

No annoy, good humored cricket, 

With thy trills is ever blent 
Spleen of mine, how does thou trick it 

To a calm content. 
So by thicket, hearth or wicket. 

Click thy little lifetime, cricket." 

— Bayard Taylor. 

October 23rd — O, the little sister of the Daisy — I found her in the fields 
today. In June I found her there, too. No wonder she has such a firm 
hold in the world, when for so many weeks she is sending seed children 
into the world. She came to us from Europe. They say she dwells also 
in Asia and Africa. Of names she has a goodly share — Dog-fennel, May- 
weed, Pig-sty, Daisy, Dillweed and Fetid Camomile. Her odor, it is not 
pleasant; but little flies mind that not. We watch them come and go. 

October 27th — Three quaint elves I met in the field today, and then three 
more — and each one's name, it was the same, Leaf-Hopper of Jassidae fam- 
ily. In August on Blue-grass in my Grass Garden there were tiny eggs, and 
I brought them home to the Nursery. Later from them came baby Leaf Hop- 
pers who changed their clothes three times before they grew up. In June 
we held a "Leaf-Hopper" convention — and many and varied were the elves 
in attendance at this convention — Leaf Hoppers of the Jassidae family. 



May 3rd — On our way home from school this afternoon we stopped in 
the fields to sip the nectar from the flower heads of Blue Curls. My, it 
tasted good. No wonder the Bees liked to call upon Blue Curls. After we 
had watched the Bees for several minutes we stopped taking the nectar, be- 
cause we felt it belonged more to them than to us. You see they help 
Mother Nature send more seed babies (that are to be Blue Curls when 
they grow up) into the world by aiding in the fertilizing of the flower. 
Blue Curls are known by other names — Heart-of-the-Earth, Self-heal and 
Prunella. They belong to the Mint family. 

I was late to school this morning; but I did not mind being late because 
I found something which I've been trying hard to find for three days — 
Mother Meadowlark's home. Since the first day I saw her hurrying low 
through the grass at the edge of the field I felt her nest was near by. Sure 
enough it was. It was made of grass, and in a clump of grass, and in it were 
five Baby Meadowlarks. I was so happy to find them, and so busy finding 
grasshoppers for them to eat, that I forgot what time it was and of course 
was late to school. But being as I had my lessons for to-day done yesterday 
teacher only kept me fifteen minutes after school. And then, having kept 
me in, she went with me to see the Meadowlark babies. I carefully gave her 
one grasshopper to give them. She, being of a timid nature, held that little 
grasshopper out on a piece of grass and before the birds had a chance at it 
the pesky thing hopped off the piece of grass and away. 

May 15th — A lovely shower has come to earth and sweet is the air most 
everywhere, but sweetest in the field here. We children have just been try- 
ing to find where so much fragrance is coming from. We did take in a 
big breath, and did smell, and did snuff and our search it did end with Sweet- 
Vernal Grass, for it was the source plainly enough. Sweet Vernal Grass, 
whose stems are so satiny, is called by scientists Anthoxanthum odoratum. 

"All will be gay when noontide wakes anew 

The buttercups, the little children's dower." — Robert Browning. 

May 19th — We went to gather wild strawberries today and found Cat- 
Ears in the field and Cat-Tails at the edge of the swamp. It certainly is in- 
teresting the number of things one finds when one goes wild strawberrying. 
We children all love Cat-Ears — they are so velvety. We like to sit down 
among them and place our cheeks against their soft white or purplish blue 
hair-covered petals, and listen to the earth things talking. Cat-Ears belong 
to the Lily family and are cousins of Mission Bells, Hyacinths, Stars-of- 
Bethlehem, Camas and Lamb's Tongue Lily. Cat-Ear we know by three 
other names — Calochortus, Star-Tulip and Mariposa Lily, which means 
Butterfly Lily. 

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"I saw two clouds at morning, tinged by the rising sun, 
And in the dawn they floated on, and mingled into one." 

May 12th — O, here and there, and far and wide, the field is all creamy 
with dainty Fairy Cream-cups, of the Poppy family. Cousins of God's 
Gold are these plants, with uplifted blossoms, nodding buds, and fairy stems. 

May 17th — Found a Mother Kildeer at home in Grandfather's cornfield. 
She was near unto a corn plant. No home had she builded — her eggs were on 
the ground. There were four of them, and they had spots of brown and black 
upon them. I can hardly wait until the baby Kildeers hatch. I was picking 
out names for them to-day. Their scientific name is Aegialitis vocifera — 
and baby Kildeer are such darling babies. 

May 27th — The little Pear-shaped Puffballs we found in the field today 
— and their scientific name is Lycoperdon. Don't you think that Mother 
Nature has given the Pufif-ball Baby Spores lovely cradles? These are found 
all over the world. 

June 5th — I've been out in the field gathering grasses — gathering grass- 
es for seventeen caterpillars, who will be, that is, if all goes well, when they 
grow up, Whirl-about Butterflies — 

"Faint, faint and clear, 

Faint as the music that in dreams we hear 
Shaking the curtain-fold of sleep, 
So softly, softly stirs 

The wind's low murmur in the rippled wheat." 

July 1st — Still the Chickweeds bloom in the fields. These Chickweed 
fairies belong to the Pink family and are cousins of Campion and Cockle. 
Later in this month each year we children gather Chickweed seeds for bird 
fairies ; and among those who like them well are Canaries and Sparrows. 

July 15th — Out in the field this afternoon I heard the little Violinist, 
Black Cricket. We children have interesting times with these musicians. 
We find them under stones and clods in the field. Have you seen their 
ears on their front legs? Have you brought Crickets home to w^atch? 
Where would one keep them? Take a flower pot, plant in it grass and 
clover, place over this a lamp chimney, and mosquito netting on top of this. 
Our Crickets, Violin first and second. Mandolin first and second, fed upon 
grass and clover, and liked bits of melon rinds and apple. 

July 19th — Have you met Corn Cockle fairies in the field? Corn Cockle 
fairies, who dwell on both sides of the sea ; whose scientific name, Agros- 
temma, means Crown of the Field ; whose cousins are Soapwort, Campion, 
and Starwort; are invaders from a land beyond the sea. Caterpillars who 
some day are to be Diathaecia Moths like seeds of Corn Cockle ; but the 
farmers like not these seeds, and the pink of Corn Cockle over the fields 
means to them only a lot of weeds. 



"And the spring arose on the garden fair, 
Like the spirit of love felt everywhere; 
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast 
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest." 

March 9th — A Fairy from the land beyond the Rocky Mountains is 
blooming in our Cathedral to-day. From far away New England came the 
plants last year to dwell in our Cathedral here in Oregon woods. We chil- 
dren love Arbutus — that is why we placed it in the Cathedral — whose pil- 
lars are the forest trees, the great tall fir trees ; and whose dome is the sky. 
Near the altar bloom these lovely cousins of Rhodora and Rhododendron. 

"God made the flowers to beautify the earth, 

And cheer man's carefull mood; 

And he is happiest who hath power 

To gather wisdom from a flower 

And wake his heart in every hour 

To pleasant gratitude." — Wordsworth. 

March 12th — It seemeth to live by a rule of three — a dainty, white fairy, 
blooming in the woods now. Three leaves, three petals, two times three 
stamens, three styles and a three-celled ovary — Trillum, it is well named. 
To the Lily of the Valley family it belongs. Who are its cousins? 

March 15th — Away back in the woods I saw him today — he was perched 
on a limb and was sound asleep. I'm sure he must be a very sound sleeper — 
this Saw-Whet Owl — for I tapped on the tree several times before he woke 
up. He has another name — Acadian Owl, and his scientific name is Nyctala 
acadica. Last year I found a Mother Saw-Whet Owl at home in an old 
Woodpecker's hole, one week later than this week. She was sitting upon six 
white eggs. Mice from the mouse-traps I brought her — she liked them. 

March 16th — We found Asarum, the Wild Ginger, with its one flower so 
nearly like the woods' carpet of dry leaves around it. And finding one we 
found others, too. We did not pick them ; but we waited near to watch the 
small flies come to the flowers. I'm sure that these flies aid in the fertilizing 
of wild ginger by carrying pollen from one plant to another. Other names 
also has Wild Ginger — Snake-root, Indian Ginger and Cat's Foot. Azaro, 
Marie from Spain called it. Little Philip of France called it Asaret.. 

"Delightful music woos the ear; 

The grass is stirred 
Down to the heart of every spear — 

Ah, that's a Bird." — Powell. 



"Such infinite variety appears, 

A hundred artists in a hundred years 

Could never copy from a floral world 

The marvels that in leaf and bud lie curled." — Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 

April 2nd — In the forest in the shadows of great fir trees are blossoming 
the flowers of the wind, the dainty Anemones. There is a dear old Greek 
story of Anemos, the wind, sending these exquisite flowers to herald his com- 
ing in early Spring. So we children love to call them "Flowers of the Wind." 
They belong to the Buttercup family and are cousins of Meadow Rue, Marsh 
Marigold and Columbine. 

* "These little dream-flowers found in Spring." 

April 3rd — Deep in the forest His Star Flowers are blossoming — only 
three or four inches above the carpet of fir needles are their dainty star 
blossoms borne on thread-like stems. Cousins of the Pimpernel and Cycla- 
men are they. 

April 9th — **Yo-ho, Robin Hood and his fairies are in the wood." We 
children hurried away from our play to greet them today. Red-flowered Cur- 
rant blossoms all along the twigs — why they are Robin Hood's merry little 
m^n. And few leaves are out before they are about — telling us of other fair- 
ies soon to come. O, keep ye watch for Robin Hood's little men on the twigs 
of the Red-flowered Currant. 

April 12th — Hound's Tongue blossoms that were of a pinkish hue a few 
days ago, have now become blue. Why? — because they have been fertilized 
and they always turn blue after fertilization. It was in the early days of Janu- 
ary when first we found the leaves of Hound's Tongue pushing their way 
up through the wood's carpet. Why its name? — look at the shape of its 

April 21st — God's bells are ringing a call to prayer in the woods today — 
in the shadows of the woodland I found Mission Bell blooming by the path- 
way — all its beauty blending with the shadows round about. Bronze Bells 
and Rice-Root both describe it — flowers of various modest shades, all mot- 
tled and checkered over — roots like little pearls or tiny grains of rice. Fritil" 
laria is the name the scientists know it by ; but to wee children's hearts the 
name Mission Bell is most dear — God's little prayer flowers, calling us to 
think of Him and all His goodness. 

" 'Neath cloistered boughs, each floral bell that swingeth 

And tolls its perfume on the passing air, 
Makes Sabbath in the fields* and ever ringeth 

A call to prayer." — Smith. 



"But hark! I hear the pheasant's muffled drumming; 

The water murmur from a distant dell; 
A drowsy bee in mazy tangles humming; 

The far, faint tinkling tenor of a bell." 

Deep in the woods I came upon a shy fairy knight — Sir Grouse — the 
drummer. Of him we learned this verse : 

"Then it is the stately partridge 
Spreads his ruff and mounts his rostrum, 
Gazes proudly round the thicket, 
Sounds his strange and muffled signal. 
First with slow and heavy measure, 
Then like eager, hurried heart-beats, 
Ending in a nervous flutter 
Faster than the ear can reckon." 

Quietly I went through the woods, and, seeing Sir Grouse, I paused. 
Every year I love to watch for Grouse Babies — they are such darlings — and 
sometimes I have picked them up — and they seemed unafraid, looking up at 
me with their bright, soft eyes. I have fed them, and when they were grown 
up three of them still came at intervals to the end of an old log deep in the 
forest. Very much they liked difTerent berries, insects and grasshoppers. I 
kept a special note-book of their ways and doings. It is their diary and is in 
another Fairyland book to follow this one. 

"And the wide forest weaves, 
To welcome back its playful mates again, 

A canopy of leaves; 
And from its darkening shadow floats 
A gush of trembling notes." — Percival. 

My dear little Great-Grandmother, who came from the far-away South- 
land, and who is my own dear Mamma's father's mother, to-day has been tell- 
ing me about Cardinal bird, God's jewel ruby with wings, who sings and 
sings. When my Grandma was a little girl, a very little girl, the negro mam- 
my would carry her about the plantation and tell her about the little folk of 
the field and woods. Often she saw Cardinal — and as she grew older she 
liked to go to the woodland and listen to the Cardinal. Grandma tells me lots 
about the plantation — about when she was a little girl there. 'Twas in a damp 
place in a thick tangle that she found the Cardinal cradle in April time. This 
fairy is a cousin of Goldfinch, Grosbeak, Song Sparrow, Crossbill and Indigo 
Bunting. His scientific name is Cardinalis cardinalis. My Grandma loves 
Cardinal — so do I. 

"What are the voices of birds — 

Ay, and of beasts, — but words, our words. 

Only so much more sweet?" — Browning. 


(Cardinalis cardinalis) 

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"O bird that somewhere yonder sings. 
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn, 
Lone in the hush of sleeping things. 
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn, 
Voice of man's heart and of God's sky, 
So in your liquid note impearled 
Sings the long epic of the world. 
And there is something the song saith 
That makes me unafraid of death." 

This day I went forth into the forest at the hour of sunrise. And within 
the forest I heard a sublime bell-like voice — 'twas one of His Cathedral 
singers. Upward and onward the song of the little singer carried my soul ; 
and nearer seemed the All-Wise Father as I stood in His forest Cathedral 
listening. He who in his singing lifts up the thoughts of the Children of 
Men to higher realms is this fairy, Audubon's Hermit Thrush. It seems 
only yesterday, but it is seven years since Uncle taught me this verse, which 
we children all love. 

"Then in that solemn hour I hear 
A hymn that comes so sweet and clear; 
So pure a tone, it seems to be 
A bit of heaven's minstrelsy." 

In our wild flower garden in the woods there is now blooming another 
fairy who came from the land beyond the Rocky Mountains. His name is 
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — but he dwells not in our Cathedral, where first we 
planted him. He dwells not there now because we found him to be a wolf 
in sheep's clothing. Why, the majority of his congregation consist of 
Gnats and tiny Flies — and some of these do not escape from the pulpit. 
Really, one would not expect such a pious-looking creature, who is a 
cousin of the stately Calla Lily, to be capable of such cruelty. He is also a 
cousin of Skunk Cabbage. 

April 8th — Where the Fern fairies dwell in the wood there the Bleeding 
Hearts are blooming today. We children learned this verse about them: 

"In a gymnasium where things grow, 

Jolly little boys and girls in a row, 

Hanging down from cross-bar stem, 

Builded purposely for them; 

Stout little legs up in the air 

Kick at the breeze as it passes there; 

Dizzy heads in collars wide, 

Look at the world from the underside; 

Happy acrobats a-swing, 

At the woodside show in early spring." 



May 3rd — Coral Roots are in blossom — those members of the Orchid 
family, cousins of the fair Calypso and Lady Slippers, who have become 
back sliders — that is, they do not get their food in the way Mother Nature 
intended all honest plants to do; but they live upon the dead and decom- 
posing forms of other plants and are therefore called saprophytes. For this 
reason they have no leaves. Their flowers are hard to describe with their 
mottlings of purple and brown. Do you know why they are called Coral 
Roots? Do you know any other saprophytes beside the Coral Roots? 

May 12th — Here and there and yonder over the moss-carpeted floor of 
the woods, over the fir needle carpeted floor of the forest, they are blooming 
today — counted by many among the fairest and dearest of His forest blos- 
soms. Calypso borealis, the scientists call them — and so do we. One leaf 
one blossom — the Master Artist's touch — and we have our Calypso fairies. 
"There's not a flower but shows some touch, 
In freckle, freck or stain, 
Of His unrivalled pencil." 

May 13th — Another guest from the land beyond the hills came to live in 
our wildflower garden in the woods last fall — came all the way from Pennsyl- 
vania to live in our Oregon wildflower garden. And this Dutchman's Pipe, 
cousin of Wild Ginger, we think a very interesting member of that garden. He 
is blooming now, and such quaint flowers. Teddy, who came from Pennsyl- 
vania two years before the said Dutchman's Pipe, has grave forebodings. He 
says, says he: "Dutchman's Pipe is going to take a tumble from that pedes- 
tal you have all set him on in your minds — just you wait and see.'* 

We waited and saw — waited and saw little flies with gauzy wings crawl 
into those flowers — crawl in; but not out again, for the tiny hairs at the en- 
trance, which made their coming in more easy, made their going out more 
difficult — in fact, they did not come out at all. 

"They can't get out! They can't get out! They'll never get out!" 
shouted Teddy. Then we came home — Dutchman's Pipe, leaning from the 
pedestal we had put him on in our minds — leaning; but he had not tumbled 
yet, because we are going back tomorrow. 

Later — We came back again and again, until the blossoms withered one 
day and the little flies went away — went away from the blossom with pollen 
on them — went away to enter again some other Dutchman's Pipe blossom — 
went away after having fed upon the nectar in the blossom. And having 
seen for ourselves that Dutchman's Pipe had not injured his guests, but had 
simply used them to his own advantage, we were a bit puzzled as to where 
to place him in our estimation. 

"I thought," said Teddy, but he didn't finish, for he had waited with us, 
had watched, and had seen, and now knew. 




May — It is raining and I am here in the woods. I am happy here in 
the tree : 

"I hear the leaves drinking rain; 

I hear the rich leaves on top 
Giving the poor beneath 

Drop by drop; 
'Tis a sweet noise to hear, 
These green leaves drinking near." — Davis. 

May 18th — Ocean Spray is blooming in the woods — Ocean Spray, with 
many tiny blosoms in panicles like unto plumes, cousin of the Strawberry, 
Rose and Bridal Wreath fairies. 

May 22nd — High up in the top of a Fir a wee fairy w^-s singing today of 
the beauty and gladness of May ; then winging his way he did come to an- 
other Fir tree and carefully hunt over the twigs for his food. His name? 
Upon his head he wore a bit of red — Ruby-Crowned Kinglet is his name, 
cousin of other Kinglets and Gnatcatchers is he ; and a bonnier fairy Knight it 
would be difficult to find, for busy and cheery is he. 

"It touched the wood bird's folded wing, 

And said, O bird, awake and sing." — ^Longfellow. 

May 22nd — On the buds of the Dogwood I found four pale green eggs tc^ 
day. It was near this time and in just such a place that I found like eggs 
last year. And from these came caterpillars who fed upon the Dogwood 
flowers and tender leaves, and in time changed into chrysalids, from which 
came five weeks ago — Azure Butterflies, they who wear the Joyous Blue. 

May — To-day while going softly through the woods I met someone else 
stepping carefully, too — 'twas the Oven Builder, whose other name is Golden- 
crowned Thrush, he who is a cousin of many Warblers. Have you found his 
home — his wonderful home? When you do it will make him all the dearer 
unto you for nearer do we come to our little brothers of the air as we know 
their home-life. When I was just a very little girl Uncle taught me this 
verse, and I want you to learn it too. 

"In the days of spring migrations, days when the warbler hosts move northward, 
To the forests, to the leafbeds, comes the tiny oven builder, 
Daintily the leaves he tiptoes, underneath them builds his oven. 
Arched and paved with last year's oal^ leaves^ roofed and walled against the raindrops. 
Hour by hour his voice he raises, mingling with the red-eye's snatches, 
Answering to the hermit's anthem; rising — falling, like a wind-breath; 
Strange, ventriloqous his music, far away when close beside one; 
Near at hand when seeming distant; weird — his plaintive accrescendo. 
Teach us! Teach us! is his asking, uttered to the Omnipresent; 
Teach us! Teach us! comes responsive from the solemn, listening forest." 



"With every day some splendors strange! 

With every hour some subtle change! 

Of our plain world, how could we guess 

Such miracles of loveliness?" 
June 1st — Aurora is lingering this week on our Oregon mountains. 
Pink near and pink afar the Rhododendrons blossom now. We walk among 
them and feel as we linger with them that the Master Artist has just 
passed this way and has given through these fairy flowers a message for 
each new day, a thought for many happy hours. 

June 3rd — In the woods met I today the fairy Eurymedon. And how 
was he dressed? In cream and black, with touches of blue and orange. And 
how did he travel? On wings, four wings, covered with scales, arranged in 
beautiful patterns. And where did he come from? From a tiny egg on a leaf 
of Cascara Sagrada. Then he grew, yes, he grew and he grew from a tiny 
caterpillar to a big one, as he ate and he ate and he ate of the leaves of the 
Cascara Sagrada. And then? Then he changed into a chrysalis, and inside 
this fairy cradle went on changing ; and one day came out a fairy with wings 
Eurymedon of the Genus Papilio of the family of Hesperidae — Eurymedon, 
a Swallowtail Butterfly. 

June 5th — Among the Saxifraga fairies on the mountain side at the edge 
of the great forest I found the Parnassian Butterflies, they whose upper wing 
edges are transparent. When a small child as I wandered among these fairies 
on the mountain side I loved to think as I watched them that the Spirit 
of Winter and the Spirit of Spring to the Children of Men a thought of their 
friendship to bring, together had made, and had given to the world, this fair 
wonderful thing with the snow, and the ice, and faint colors of fair blossoms 
upon its wing — ^just that its existence might ever and eternally in silence 
sing, year after year, of a friendship so dear between the Spirits of Winter 
and Spring. 

June 6th — It is in blossom — this exquisite fairy of the woods, American 
Barrenwort — cousin of Oregon Grape, Barberry, Twin-leaf and May Apple. 
We children like to call it by its other name, Vancouveria — this name hav- 
ing been given to it in memory of the English Navigator, Captain Vancouver. 
We like the sound of the name, and we truly think that, if Captain Vancouver 
were here his heart could not help but be glad that such a dear plant had 
been named for him. 

June 9th — In the woods among the mosses I met twin fairies today 
where blooms the Northern Twin Flower, cousin of Snowberry, Arrow-wood 
and Honeysuckle. These twin fairy flowers were named Linnaea for 
Linnaeus, the father of Botany. 

"Beneath dim aisles in odorous beds, 

The slight Linnaea hangs its twin-born heads." 



"Where the copse wood Is the greenest, 
'Where the fountain glistens sheenest, 
Where the morning dew lies longest, 
There the Lady Fern grows strongest." 

—Sir Walter Scott. 

June 9th — Yesterday it rained and the day before. And to-day in the 
woods I found many beautiful Morels, they whose scientific name is Mor- 
chella deliciosa, they who belong to the family Helvellaceae. 

"A turn, and we stand in the heart of things ; 

The woods are *round us heaped and dim." — Robert Browning. 

June 16th — Dogwood fairies are blooming, they who are the cousins of 
Red Osier and Bunch Berry; and the fairest of them all is Our Sentinel Tree 
standing forty feet tall. 

Through the forest's darkening emerald. 

In the murky, pungent gloom, 
Shines a cloud of wondrous whiteness. 

Where He sets the dogwood bloom." — Gene Stratton Porter. 

There's a home in the top of a pine tree in the woods — a home we chil- 
dren most sincerely wish was not there. In it are three baby Sharp-Shinned 
Hawks. And Father and Mother Sharp-Shinned Hawk are noted for kill- 
ing small Song Bird fairies, as well as others. Somebody said of Sharp- 
Shinned Hawk : "He is the boldest fellow for his inches that wears feath- 
ers." His scientific name is Accipiter velox. 

"Swallows over the water. Warblers over the land, 

Silvery, tinkling ripples along the pebbly strand; 

Afar in the upper ether the eagle floats at rest, 

No wind now frets the forest; 'tis Nature at her best." — Abbot. 

May-Apple is blooming in our wild flower garden in the woods. Yes, 
she is another fairy from beyond the hills. She came from Minnesota — and 
of course we children are glad to have her here. Her scientific name is Podo- 
phyllum peltatum — and she is a cousin of Twin-leaf, Barrenwort and our 
Oregon Grape. We learned this verse about her. 

"And will any poet sing of a lusher, richer thing 

Than a ripe May apple, rolled like a purply lump of gold 

Under thumb and finger tips, and poured moulten through the lips?" — Riley. 

June 26th — O, a beautiful fairy I met today in the mountains. White 
and coral-like was this fungus, whose name is Coral Hydnum, and whose 
scientific name is Hydnum coralloides. Truly Mother Nature makes also 
very beautiful her flowerless plants. 



July 3rd — In the forest another cousin of Orchid, Calypso and Lady 
Slipper is blooming — 'tis the Rattlesnake Plantain. Do you know why it is 
so named? Look to its leaves for the answer. 

July 5th — We have been to the hollow to get Salmon Berries for two 
bird nurseries, and only a part of those berries reached the nurseries, for 
Salmon Berries do taste so good. Have you watched for the blossoms, 
that look much like little white Roses? — they are cousins of the Rose. 

July 9th — We have been out in the woods gathering wild Blackberries 
today. Wild Blackberries taste so good, only it doesn't do to taste them too 
much while one is trying to fill one's bucket, because it just won't fill. One 
has, instead, to think of how good they will taste next winter. Then each 
day after I pick the berries for Mother and Grandmother, I pick others to sell 
to earn Nature books to find out the names of things. Sometimes it's awful 
hot, but the wood folk are all friendly and I'm eager for the books and that 
helps me to forget how hot it is. O, and Blackberries are cousins of the love- 
ly Rose fairies. 

"And Oh, the voices I have heard! 

Such visions when the morning grows — 
A brother's soul in some sweet bird, 

A sister's spirit in a rose." 

And Oh, the beauty I have found! 

Such beauty, beauty everywhere; 
The beauty creeping on the ground, 
The beauty singing in the air, 
The love in all, the good in all, 

The God in all that is. — Joaquin Miller. 

July 10th — Deep in the heart of the forest under Monarch Firs are 
blossoming those exquisite fairy one-flowered Wintergreens, cousins of 
Rhododendron, Manzanita and Salal. 

"Why Nature loves the number five, 
And why the star-form she repeats?" 

Tulv 17th — Do you ever get puzzled about things? I've been wonder- 
ing for over three years about Indian Pipe, who grows in the woods — 
wondering why these fairies have no leaves, no green coloring matter like 
honest plants who get their food from the soil. But that is just where 
the trouble lies with Indian Pipes — they do not get their food honestly; 
but prey upon the juices of decaying plants or living ones. So Mother Na- 
ture has taken away from them when they obeyed not her laws. They 
hang their heads until seeds begin to form and then they raise their heads. 
Did you know that these white Indian Pipe fairies are relatives of the Rho- 
dodendron and the Laurel fairies? They all belong to the Heath family. 



July 15th — I went for a Nature walk today — into the woods. Along the 
way I heard the earth things talking. I saw a Chipmunk on a stump — ten 
other Chipmunks farther on. I saw tall ferns in the swamp in the woods — 
ferns taller than I. A family of Chick-a-dees were up and down and up around 
the limbs of an old tree looking for insects. Seven long-horned Beetles I 
saw — and heard a Wood-Frog. There was a sleepy Owl on a tree. And 
many flowers, who early had been in blossom, were now cradling Baby Seeds. 
Frail waxy blossoms of One-flowered Wintergreen were here and yonder 
under tall trees. The forest brook went singing on. 

To-day I saw a Weasel glide into a burrow, which used to belong to 
a Ground-Squirrel. Now Weasel is one of the fairies I do not have a friend- 
ly feeling for in my heart. He is such a killer — why, it seems that he always 
is killing some other folks — just like a wicked giant in the old fairy-stories. 
Now Weasel is no giant. He is from thirteen to fifteen inches long — which 
is no great length after all. His ways are ways of evilness — surely he will 
reap as he has sown. 

One day Fleet-foot (my pet White-footed Mouse) and I were strolling 
through the woods. We were going softly — Fleet-foot had scampered out 
of my pocket and was leaping ahead a bit when along came a Weasel. My 
dear Fleet-foot is no more. 

Now the scientific name of a Weasel is Putorius — I'm not interested in 
giving Weasel's individual names because I do not think they are deserving 
of that courtesy. Of course there are certain names very appropriate — I 
called after the one who took my Fleet-foot, "You are a Nero." He was 
gone so quickly I'm sure that he did not even get the first word. 

A wind arose and rushed upon the South, 

And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks 

Of the wild woods together; and a Voice 

Went with it, follow, follow, thou shalt win." — Tennyson. 

July 28th — Saw a Rubber Boa in the woods to-day while picking black- 
berries. Saw him eat a little mouse, too. Who is Rubber Boa? He is a 
snake. Not a big one — why he wasn't more than a foot and two inches. 
His tail was so stubby that it was blunt. Instead of being thin as most 
snakes are he was thick and looked like a piece of rubber. Some folks call 
him a double-headed snake but that is just because his tail is so blunt. He is 
really a very interesting creature, shy and gentle. Watch for him. 

July 29th — Have you tasted Salal Berries — those dark purple berries 
on Salal Shrubs that carpet the forest floor in some places? We were on 
a long tramp in the woods today, and those berries tasted so good. Even 
Pliny and Cicero, the two pet squirrels, like them. It's flowers look much 
like Manzanita, Rhododendron, Wintergreen and Indian Pipe. 



In the woods is a Raccoon — and this Raccoon's name is Achilles. Achilles 
and I are good friends. You see it is this way — I knew Achilles when he 
was a youngster. Like many others of his tribe, he was interested in pieces 
of shining tin — and even as some of his relatives he met his fate in a trap bait- 
ed with a piece of shining tin. It so happened that some hours later I was 
passing by. After much difficulty with the trap and with Baby Raccoon 
both arrived at the hospital. At first Raccoon Junior refused to be on friendly 
terms — then as his leg healed he became very gentle and more likable. Achil- 
les was his name — and with him this name staid when, having recovered from 
his injuries, he followed me about in the woods. We were great chums — but 
sometimes I was spanked for Achilles' pranks. He was, like most all of my 
pets, forbidden the premises of the yard — as, of course, was best. But some- 
times he, like they, would come in with me from the woods. There was that 
day when I went into the pantry to get a sandwich — and, the butter being in 
the refrigerator, I opened the door, took it out, and forgot to shut the door. I 
went upstairs (just for a moment), then as I started out-of-doors again I stop- 
ped to close the refrigerator door. I called Achilles, but he did not come, so 
I started across the yard to the brook that flows through the garden. And if 
there wasn't Achilles — and he was very busy washing something. When I 
saw what it was my heart went pit-a-pat — and then it beat lower — for Achilles 
was engaged in washing that lovely steak Mother had placed in the refriger- 
ator for supper, for Uncle was coming, and this his first evening since home 
from Alaska, and this his favorite steak — and there was simply no way of get- 
ting any more from town until to-morrow noon. But even though I felt the 
shadows of the hour ahead, the next ten minutes were very exciting as Achil- 
les soused that steak about. And the next ten minutes were exciting in a dif- 
ferent way, for Mamma also saw Achilles doing a stunt with that which had 
been only a few minutes previously a choice steak in the refrigerator. Mother 
even had me go cut the switch I was to be whipped with. Then when Achilles 
had been taken back to the woods and I had received the whipping the pathos 
came in having to be sent to bed when Uncle was there. But my ! there was a 
silver lining in the cloud after all, because when supper was over Uncle came 
in and told me about a pet Raccoon he had when he was a boy — and thus 
helped me to forget about not liking to be sent to bed. (Of course I deserved 
the spanking for leaving the door open — which wouldn't have happened if I 
hadn't have gotten the sandwich which I wasn't to — but it's hard for little 
girls to wait as long as grown-ups, especially when you are out tramping in 
the woods, and don't arrive home at dinner time when you are supposed to). 
O — and Uncle told me that the last part of Raccoon's scientific name, Procyon 
lotor, refers to Achilles' habit of washing meat. Uncle, when he was a little 
boy, was also sent to bed for giving his pet Raccoon corn in milk. 




(Nucifraga Columbiana) 
About }4. Life-siz'^'. 


"The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, 
The brooks for the fishers of song; 
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game 
The streams and the woods belong." 

July — Saw eleven baby Mountain Quail to-day. Those we saw two weeks 
ago were just dear little brown striped fluffy young balls — but these today 
were well-feathered out. 

So away! for the hunt in the fern-scented woods, 
Till the going down of the sun; 
There is plenty of game still left in the woods. 
For the hunter who has no gun. 

Fve just come back from the woods where I was talking with Maurine, 
who is a dear Deer friend of mine. I first knew her when she was a fawn — 
and now we thread our way through thickets and over old logs in the forest. 
Sometimes Maurine stops when we come to a bit of an open place. And 
there she rests for a moment and there rest I too. This is a snapshot I took 
of her resting. I was there too — but being as I was taking the picture I 
couldn't be in it, too. To-day I was telling Maurine about some of her rela- 
tives — 'tis so nice to know whom one is related to. The ones I told her about 
were: White-tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus; Banner- 
tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus virginianus macrourus ; 
Fan-tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus texensis; Mule Deer 
(so called because of their big ears), whose scientific name is Odocoileus 
hemionus and who is also called Black-tailed deer; and Columbian Black- 
tailed Deer, whose other name is Odocoileus columbianus. Deer fairies be- 
long to the family Cervidae, to which also belong Elk, whose scientific 
name is Cervus canadensis ; Moose, whose scientific name is Alces america- 
nus; and Woodland Caribou, whose scientific name is Rangifer caribou. 
And these are they, the near and distant relatives of my chum Maurine — 
these are they whom I told her of this afternoon. 

"The day is done, and slowly from the scene, 
The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts 
And puts them back into his golden quiver." 

There's a dear little Beastie in the woods — a black and white Beastie 
— and this little Beastie and I, we are friends. First I knew him when he 
was a baby. Then I fed him Beetle grubs — now he often comes in evening 
time to the old tree-root where I also come with grubs of Beetles. Now 
this little Beastie's scientific name is Mephitis — his common name is Skunk 
— and his individual name is Julius Caesar Napoleon. 



There's many a wee Birdie to be seen in the woods when one sits very 
still — and listens — and watches. There are: those dear little Winter Wrens, 
whose other name is Olbiorchilus hiemalis; and the darling feather-balls, 
Bush-tits, whose other names are Psaltriparus minimus ; and Chick-a-dee, 
whose other name is Parus atricapillus ; and Nuthatch, who is just as likely 
to be upside down as right side up, he whose scientific name is Sitta pygmaea, 
and the many dainty Warblers of the family Mnioliltidae. 

"Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emilie." — Chaucer. 

I started to take salt to the pet Deer in the woods to-day — but I didn't 
because I met Michael Angelo on the way. Big Dan, one of the timber-fallers, 
calls Michael Angelo, ''Quill Pig." Now, Michael Angelo's scientific name is 
Erethizon — and his common name is Porcupine. Now, Michael Angelo is very 
fond of salt — that is why I did not reach the pet Deer with the salt. When I 
saw Michael A. coming I climbed a tree. Now, although Michael A. goes lum- 
bering over the ground, he is an adept at reaching a place in a tree that I flee 
to when I am carrying salt. I crept out farther on the limb — Michael Angelo 
did the same. The limb was too high for me to drop from to the ground — so 
I just dropped half of the salt to the ground — and Michael Angelo scooted 
down. Then I carefully prepared to take the other half to the Deer ; but when 
I reached the ground Michael Angelo was solemnly waiting for the rest of 
that salt. There was nothing left for me to do but to give it unto his lordship. 
I just half-way believe Big Dan was right about Michael Angelo being 
a "Quill Pig" — especially about salt. Why, if I do not give the salt over to 
him at once he affectionately rubs up against me — and his quills are prickly. 

"Gentleness succeeds better than violence." — La Fontaine. 

— O, those exquisite fairies, the Coral Fungi, of the family Clavaria- 
ceae. Some are yellow, some are violet, some are pink, and some are white. 
And these were cuddled in among the mosses — those I saw today were 
yellow ones. Yesterday I saw white ones. Dear little flowerless fairies are 

September — Sometimes Jackenapes is a puzzle. You see, it is this way, 
Jackenapes is a Squirrel — and he is here, there, yonder and most everywhere. 

"Just a tawny glimmer, a flash of red and gray. 

Was it a flitting shadow, or a sunbeam gone astray? 

It glances up a tree trunk, and a pair of bright eyes glow 

Where a little spy in ambush is measuring his foe. 

I hear a mocking chuckle; then wrathful, he grows bold — 

And stays his pressing business to scold and scold and scold." 



(Nyctea nyctea). 




Sept. 28th — Pandora has not been on good behavior today. She is just 
as full of mischief as it is possible for a Chipmunk to be. You would naturally 
think that she would be clear tired out after such a strenuous day. Why — 
she has been on a nature walk early this morning before any of the rest of 
the family were up, then afterwards with me to feed the chickens, and to take 
the cows to pasture. I rode Lily, the Jersey cow, and Pandora scampered 
over her neck from top of head to shoulder blades and back again, and then, 
all over again, until Lily just stood still and simply would not move a foot 
forward until I had placed Pandora in my apron pocket and made her stay 
there. (Down in my heart I had a streak of sympathy for her having to be 
kept in the pocket, because it is somewhat like Mother having to put me 
in the dark closet for climbing trees.) Then after we came home, while I was 
helping Mother darn stockings, she made herself at home in Mother's work 
basket and scattered the spools of thread everywhere fimmy, who knows 
heaps about football, when he saw Pandora landing those balls of darning 
cotton, said, "She sure does make a touchdown every time." Mother had to 
send her from the room. And I went, too, taking the last pair of stockings 
with me to the woods. (The stockings did not get darned, because Pandora 
and I were so busy climbing trees and talking to the other Chipmunks.) 
When we arrived home there was company for dinner and Mother had nut 
salad. And what did Pandora do when we were out of the room, but climb 
upon the table and sample three dishes of salad (She took big samples, too, 
just like I wanted to long time ago before that birthday that made me four 
years old — of course, I've wanted to since that, but having absorbed Mother's 
training helps one to resist temptation.) Pandora simply does not absorb 
her training. . . . I've been trying three months to train her up in the 
way that she should go. But there she sat in the center of Auntie's partic- 
ular friend's dish of salad — he does not care for dressing on his salad and 
Pandora evidently has the same taste, for there was not much left of that 
particular dish of salad. And I was 'most afraid that there would not be much 
left of Pandora when auntie boxed her ears so, but she was soon on mischief 
bent again, when she found the place in the pantry where the nuts were 
cracked for something tomorrow. And when I tried to find Pandora of 
course I found the nuts, too — and I was hungry, too — and now I'm here in 
bed, where auntie says naughty girls should be who won't let alone nuts that 
are on the pantry shelf for something tomorrow. . . . Daddy just brought 
Pandora in — she has been playing around his chair and ran up to his shoul- 
der and jumped down on the book he was reading (just like she does when I 
am reading sometimes). And after all this long day, she is still bubbling over 
with joy, and so am I, even when I get sent to bed when I am not sleepy, 
for there are so many glad things to think about the fairies around about us. 



"The forest is my loyal friend ; like God, it useth me." — Emerson. 

I've been talking with one of my Oak Tree chums today — Charlemagne, 
whom I have loved since I was a little girl and with whom I have shared 
many of my secrets. To-day I was talking to him about other Oaks of the 
family Fagaceae — White Oak of the East, Quercus alba; White Oak of 
California, Quercus lobata; Iron Oak, Quercus minor; White Oak of the 
swamps, Quercus platanoides; Live Oak of California, Quercus agrifolia; 
Spanish Oak of the swamps, Quercus palustris; Red Oak, Quercus rubra; 
Black Oak, Quercus velutina; Water Oak, Quercus nigra; Laurel Oak, 
Quercus laurifolia; and Willow Oak, Quercus Phellos. Afterwards I told 
him of the Druids — and last of all of the poet writing: 

"What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! 

There needs no crown to mark the forest's king; 
How his leaves outshine full summer's bliss! 

Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring." — ^Lowell. 

September 5th — On the stumps of trees in the woods to-day we saw 
many Oyster Mushrooms, they of the family Agaricacea, they whose scien- 
tific name is Pleurotus ostreatus. 

October 12th — Saw a Mink in the woods today, and then as quickly it 
was gone. I saw him running and quickly he disappeared among the fallen 

A fondness for apples Maurine has, but her fondness for apples some- 
times gets me into trouble. To-day she helped herself to five apples Mother 
had placed on the table for the Deacon to take home with him. They were 
beauties and she made a dainty meal of them — for which I received a spanking. 

*'The ballad singers and the troubadours, 

The street musicians of the heavenly city. 

The birds, who make sweet music for us all 

In our dark hours, as David did for Saul." — Longfellow. 

Many Boletus fairies saw I in the woods today — these Mushroom fairies 
belong to the family Boletaceae. 

I've been feeding rose-berries to three dear little White-footed Mice in 
the woods. 

November 29th — *'Oh, see those little snowballs Mother Nature's put 
on little twigs," was what Marcia said when first we saw the Snow Berry 
fairies in the woods today. Many flowers that were now are not ; but 
Mother Nature has helped to make the woodland more beautiful these late 
November days with Snow Berries — cousins of Elder, Twin Flower and 


lU ) H E M I A \ W . \ X W I N C i . 
( Anipelis trarruhis). 
About Life-sixe. 


December 9th — Nuthatches, who likes to watch them? "I, I, I!" so away 
we hurried to the woods. And there we saw the Nuthatches, hunting upside- 
down on the tree limbs. Other names they have — ^Tree Mouse, Devil Drum- 
head ; and Sitta is their scientific name. Their cousins are Chick-a-dees, 
Bushtits, Verdins and Titmice. We learned this verse about the Nuthatches: 

"Shrewd little hunter of woods all gray^ 

Whom I meet on my walk of a winter day — 

You're busy inspecting each cranny and hole 

In the ragged bank of yon hickory bole; 

You intent on your task, and I on the law 

Of your wonderful head and gymnastic claw! 

The woodpecker well may despair of this feat — 

Only the fly with you can compete! 

So much is clear, but I fain would know 

How you can so reckless and fearless go, 

Head upward, head downward, all one to you. 

Zenith and nadir the same in your view." — Edith M*. Thomas. 

"The Wandering Fairy" they call him, Bohemian Waxwing, he who 
is noted for his grace and gentle ways. Of Cedar and Juniper berries he 
is fond. They saw Bohemian Waxwing fairies dwell also in Europe and 
Asia. We children know that we are very glad when they come into our 

December 23rd — My dog and I are at outs today. You see it was this 
way. I dug up his chicken bones that he buried yesterday and took them 
to some Wood Folks for Christmas. Among those who shared them were 
two little Wood Mice who took very dainty nibbles. It was Jesus who said 
that what belonged to Caesar should be rendered unto him, and I guess 
Mother interprets it that what belongs to Rover should be rendered unto 
him, only she put it in different words — "Leave Rover's bones alone!" And 
the meaning of it all was enforced more strongly upon my mind by means 
of a hair brush out in the wood shed. Anyway Rover, he has lots more 
bones — and the Wood Mice did so much like to nibble at the least ones. 
Wood Mice are such darling fairies. Their scientific name is Peromyscus 

December 29th — In the woods today I saw him — saw the Winter Wren 
— little wren with tail in air — littlest of all the wrens, wilder than all others — 
shy and quickly out of sight. Long I sat by the old stump, and still I 
waited. Then I heard his song — and forgot almost everything else. And 
you, when after waiting long, perhaps may hear the song — will understand. 

"In every wooded valley the birds are breaking through, 

As though the heart of all things no languor knew." — Bliss Carmen. 



January 4th — Many leaves that were green in the woods last summer 
are now brown and gray ; but among those are not the leaves of Prince's 
Pine, which are yet green — Chimaphila is its scientific name, which means 
a lover of winter, and it is well named. When we found them in blossom 
their little heads were often bowed and little Harold would say, "Hush, 
the Prince's Pine fairies are praying." 

"I know where wild things lurk and linger, 
In groves as gray and grand as Time; 

I know where God has written poems 

Too strong for words or rhyme." — Thompson. 

January 8th — 'Tis a wonderful day I have had with the Incense Cedar 
trees. Pandora, the pet Chipmunk, went with me this morning to the 
woods on the side of the hill. Then I went to Raphael, my chum among 
the Incense Cedar Trees. He stands so great and tall ; and last year when 
Uncle Henry saw him he said that he was several hundred years old — 
and one of the finest he had ever seen, even among the wonderful ones in 
the Southern Hemisphere. I climbed Raphael a hundred feet up, and then 
nestled down on a limb to think things over. (When one is puzzled about 
things 'tis a great help to have tree friends to go to and from their shelter- 
ing arms look out upon God's big world and think things over.) It is 
winter now ; but the Incense Cedar Trees are fringed with golden staminate 
blossoms. The pistillate or mother flowers are pale green. Their cousins 
are Sequoia, Spruce, Pine, Fir and Larch trees. 

January 19th — In the woods today was someone I had never seen beforeii 
There he was looking so solemn, sitting on the broken part of a tree. I climbed 
another tree just over the way, and sat there solemn, too — watching him. I'm 
sure he came from the north — from the far north. His clothes would make 
one think so. I think that he is one of the Snowy Owls which Uncle told 
me about when he came back from the far northland. I wanted to say, 
"How-do-you-do, Snowy Owl," but most likely he would do just what I 
didn't want him to. I just waited and the longer I waited the more solemn I 
felt, with him looking so solemn. Pretty soon I began to get hungry (I re- 
membered that Uncle said he ate meadow-mice, rats and sometimes musk- 
rats — Snowy Owl, not Uncle). By and by I even forgot I was hungry. I felt 
just like I was turning into a piece of wood, a piece of wood like the Fir tree 
I was on. This was such a mysterious fairy, and him looking so solemn that 
way made me feel he was a mystery and I was a mystery, and everything 
around us was mysterious, but just then Father came through the woods 
calling me — and when I tried to lean over to some way give him a signal 
to keep quiet, I slipped and started head-first down that tree, and at once the 
mysterious stranger went rapidly away in another direction. 



January 18th — Dear little fairies I watched in the woods today — fairies 
who have come a long way. Never have I seen them in summer — only in the 
winter; and rarely then. Last year at their coming we placed in the woods 
here for them on a tree a lunch counter. They came not unto this on the 
first day; but upon the third day we had the joy of seeing them eating the 
Alder seeds. Other seeds they liked, too. We love this verse about Redpolls: 

"In the birches^ on the grasses, 
Stiffly rising through the snow crust, 
On the slope of yonder sand-bank, 
Where the snow has slipped and wasted, 
Rest a flock of trustful strangers. 
Lisping words of gentle greeting, 
Rest and find the sun's rays warming, 
Rest and find their food abundant. 
Resting sing of weary journeys 
From a Northland, cold and distant. 
Rose-touched are their brows with tints like 
Lights upon a winter's snow field. 
Rosy are their caps as morning, 
When the storm clouds gather eastward; 
Happy are their hearts and voices, 
Happy are the fields and forests, 
When their merry notes come jingling, 
Sleighbell like, from upper ether." 

I've been exploring to-day — just looking about for the cradles of fai- 
ries, the cradles that were homes in the Spring. I went again to the hollow 
tree where the Screech Owl babies were hatched — and then to the tree where 
the Pileated Woodpecker babies were raised. (I had to climb over thirty- 
seven and a half feet up to this cradle in the first tree.) Then, too, I saw a 
Woodrat cradle which I'm sure was still occupied. It was a heap of sticks 
in the brush — and while I sat waiting I saw his lordship among the sticks. 
Truly he looks like an enlarged edition of dear little Wood Mouse. On 
my journey I came again to the home of the Chick-a-dees where a set of 
triplets and two sets of twins were raised this last year. On a little farther 
was the nest of a Wood Warbler. Too, I found the cradles of three Moths 
— three cradles made by three beautiful green caterpillars who came from 
eggs laid by Polyphemus Moths. I came past the log under which Mother 
Grouse nested in May, and went on to the old Maple tree in which the Fly- 
ing Squirrels were sleeping. I climbed up and put their nuts in the cubby- 
hole. I meant to be very quiet; but out came Romeo, and Juliet poked her 
nose up. I had not placed all of the nuts in their cubby hole so they ate the 
ones that were left in my pocket. It was dark time, so I came home — and 
there were mashed potatoes for supper. 



"Mosses and lichens, children of lowly birth, 

Humblest creatures of the wood, to your peaceful brotherhood 

Sweet the promise that was given, like the dew from heaven ; 

Blessed are the meek, they shall inherit the earth, 

Thus are the words fulfilled: over all the earth 

Mosses find a home secure on the desolate mountain crest, 

Avalanche-plowed and tempest-tilled, the sweet mosses rest; 

On shadowy banks of streamlets pure, kissed by the cataract's spray, 

For the bird's swift foot a small highway, for the many and one distressed. 

Little sermons of peace." 

Now is the time to seek for many Lichens and Mosses before the com- 
ing of the flowering plants. 

January 28th — Synthyris is blooming in the woods. Pearl and I call 
them the Bluebells, which belong to January. We transplanted four plants 
for Grandmother last week. Synthyris belongs to the Figwort family; but 
blooms some time before its cousins — Mullein, Monkey Flower, Foxglove 
and Indian Paint Brush. 

February 5th — In the mountains with my Fir Friends — many are they, 
many and dear — Silver Fir, Lovely Fir, Balsam Fir, White Fir, Noble Fir 
and Shasta Fir. Green in summer, green in winter, clothed in glory the 
whole year round. Some say that Fir trees are somber; but surely they 
have not known the joy of their companionship that comes when one walks 
among them and the peace and the goodness of God's great world enters 
into one's heart. Today soft shadows lay upon them, and towards evening 
they were tinged with blue and purple. Many and different are these for- 
est pictures, which the Master Artist, with various shades and changing 
shadows is ever giving; and though we wander far, the memories of these 
lead us back to find there again peace and strength within the forest. The 
message of the Firs is this — that we take the joy and strength we find 
among them to our fellowmen, sharing the Forest's blessing with them. 

There are thoughts that come from the soul of the pine, 
And thoughts in a flower bell curled: 

And the thoughts that are blown with the scent of the fern 

Are as new and as old as the world. 
February 7th — They are blooming in a swamp in the woods. We 
smelled them afar ofif before we came near unto them — those Skunk Cab- 
bages, cousins of the queenly Calla Lily. When we reached the flowers 
small Gnats and Flies were there before us ; seemingly attracted by the un- 
pleasant odor of the plant. Skunk Cabbages serve these little Flies by sup- 
plying food unto them and are in turn served by the little flies as they aid 
in fertilization by carrying pollen from one plant to another. 



"West Wind, O thou. 
Who chariotest to their dark, wintry bed 

T>ie winged seeds, where they lie, cold and low, 
Each like a corpse within its grave, until 

Thine azuro sister of the spring shall blow 
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth." — Shelley. 

"Sure, afther all the winther, 

An' afther all the snow, 
'Tis fine to see the sunshine, 

'Tis fine to feel its glow; 
*Tis fine to see the buds break 

On boughs that bare have been — 
But best of all to Irish eyes, 
'Tis grand to see the green." — McCarthy. 

"Innumerable as the stars of night. 
Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun 
Impearls on every leaf and every flower." — Milton. 

Little Grandmother has been telling me about Miskodeed who dwells 
in the land beyond the hills. And she took from an old chest a letter that was 
half as old as the chest — and in that letter were the fragments of Miskodeeds 
sent her by dear Grandfather when she was in her teens — and that was sev- 
enty years ago. Then they loved these flowers of springtime — and now they 
tell me about them. Sometimes we sit in the twilight hour together, Grand- 
father, Grandmother and I — and talk of God's flowers — and his cathedral 
singers Too, we have dear little Spring Beauty's here in our Oregon and 
I have transplanted them to a corner of Little Grandmother's garden where 
one by one they bloom — 

"Each affluent petal oustretched and uncurled 

To the glory and goodness and shine of the world." 

"Where the fire had smoked and smouldered, 
Saw the earliest flower of springtime, 
Saw the beauty of the springtime. 
Saw the Miskodeed in blossom." 

Our Wild Flower Garden in which dwell the members of the Orchid 
family is in the forest. To this place we have transplanted flowers from 
our own Oregon woods and flowers from the land beyond the hills. They 
of the Orchid family who dwell in this garden are: Ladies' Slippers (pink 
and yellow ones), Ladies' Tresses, Rattlesnake Plantains, Coral Roots, Ca- 
lypso and Twayblades. 

"Now Spring has clad the grove in green, 

And strewed the lea wi' flowers." — Robert Burns. 



Do you know — four ways in which a Moth fairy differs from a Butterfly 
fairy? — How a Toad takes a drink? — Ten cousins of Daisy fairies? — How 
many pairs of legs a full-grown insect has? — What Mother and Father Robin 
give Baby Robins for breakfast, dinner, and supper? — What the four 
stages in a Butterfly's life are? Who two of Bluebird's cousins are? Who 
seven of Blackberry's cousins are? What kind of a cradle Mother Oriole 
builds for Baby Orioles? Where Mother Nighthawk lays her eggs? How 
Crossbill's bill being crossed is of an advantage to him? Why Nighthawks 
have such large mouths? What Toad and Frog do with their skins when 
they change them? Who three of the earliest Spring flowers near your home 
are? What Hummingbird fairies eat beside honey from the flowers? Where 
Mother Monarch Butterfly lays her eggs? Where Dragon Flies dwell before 
they grow up and have wings? Who are the Ants' Cows? Ten blue flowers? 
Five cousins of Sweet Pea? The legend of the Forget-me-not? What a Baby 
Caterpillar, who is going to be a Monarch Butterfly when he becomes grown 
up, first eats when he comes out of the egg shell? Who Leaf-miners are? 
What makes pop-balls? What color of flowers Hummingbird seems to like 
best? What two flowerless plants dwelling together form Lichen fairies? 
How a Spider differs from an insect? Thirty Wayside Fairies? Six dif- 
ferent things a Toad feeds upon? What Muskrats like to eat? What time 
of the year Goldfinches nest? Where Cowbirds lay their eggs? What time 
of day the caterpillars of Silver Spot Butterflies feed? And what they feed 
upon? What time is Daytime for Flying Squirrels? Four fairies who tell 
us their names in their call notes? What the Swallows build their nests of? 
What time of year the Screech Owls nest? Six cousins of Buttercup? Five 
red flowers? Ten birds that are found about water? Three birds who will 
build in Bird Houses? Where Mother Chinook Salmon goes to lay her eggs? 
Where Mother Eel goes to lay her eggs? Six members of the Mint family? 
Four Birds who nest in the field? Eight birds who nest in the woods? Why 
Sulphur Butterflies hover about clover? What the Greek poet of long ago 
wrote about the Grasshopper? Robert Browning's verse about the Violet 
fairies? How Lupine fairies go to sleep? How Baby Milkweed seeds 
travel? About the cradle Father Stickleback Fish makes for the eggs in 
which are the Baby Sticklebacks to be? Two beautiful stories of the Water 
Lily's cousin, Lotus? Who calls **0-k-lee"? What Water Strider's scientific 
name is? Five Duck fairies? What pest Dragon Flies feed upon in the 
water and after they leave the water? What makes **frog spit"? What Mink 
feeds upon? Why Indian Pipe has no coloring matter? What takes place 
before the pink blossoms of Hound's Tongue turn blue? Five Evergreen 
trees? Four Bird fairies who come from the far North to stay during the 
whole of or a part of the winter? Who is the Bird fairy of Happiness? Who 



is the Bird fairy of Cheer? Fifteen yellow fairies? Six bird fairies who 
wear the Joyous Blue? Six different kinds of flowerless plants? Whether 
Fern babies are Spore babies or Seed babies? What hatches from a Butter- 
fly's egg? What hatches from a Spider's egg? What family Bob-oMink be- 
longs to? How Toad eggs differ from Frog eggs? What three of Mother Na- 
ture's instrumental musicians are? What fairy with a yellow throat wears a 
mask? Who mocks somebody else's song? Where to find Snail eggs? Fifteen 
plants who dwell near the water? What family Indian Pipe belongs to? Who 
are the Flowers of the Wind? How Mother Bat cares for Baby Bats? Who is 
the fairy Eurymedon? Who the Northern Twin-flowers were named for? 
What do Water Snakes feed upon? If Beetles are insects? If Water 
Snakes hatch from eggs? Fifteen Tree fairies who shed their leaves? What 
Tree Ifairies dwell near water? How Cat-tail fairy babies travel? What Tree 
fairies have nuts? What Tree fairies have berries? Who are the Tree fairies 
who cradle their babies in nuts? What Tree fairies have pods? What Tree 
fairies have cones? What Birds eat grasshoppers? Who the Bird fairies are 
that nest upon the ground? What a Butterfly cradle is called? What kind 
of a home a Muskrat has? Where Baby Billy Owls are cradled? Who the 
drummer is who drums with his bill? Why the Whip-poor-will has scarcely 
no beak at all? Why the Heron's legs are long? What the call notes are of 
Cat-bird, Towhee, Chick-a-dee, Bob White, Wood Pewee and Bob-o'-link? 
Why the eggs of Woodpeckers and Owls are white instead of being speckled 
and splotched as are the eggs of many other birds? What is the difference 
in shape between the hind wings of Swallowtail and other Butterflies? Why 
the English Sparrow is not a desirable fairy? What fairy makes a cradle of 
the petals of the Everlasting flower? What fairy is fond of nettle for break- 
fast, dinner and supper? What the fuzzy black and brown Woolly Bear 
Caterpillar becomes when he grows up? Why the mates of bright colored 
birds are nearly always plain colored? How the clothing of Baby Birds in 
nests in trees differ from that of Baby Birds hatched on the ground? 
Twenty-nine fairy babies who have coats of feathers? What musician drums 
with his wings? Five flower fairies who dwell deep within the woods? Who 
the fairies are who build dams? How Kingfisher's way of catching fish dif- 
fers from that of Osprey? Why Hummingbird, Swift and Swallow fairies 
have tiny legs and feet instead of long legs and strong feet, like Great Blue 
Heron, Egret and Black-Necked Stilt? Of other fairies having legs and 
feet straightly developed or frail, according with their methods of getting 
food? What Sunshine Fairy likes the seeds of Sunflower? Who five cousins 
of Olive Tree are who dwell near water? Who the first paper-makers were? 
Ten members of the Fringilidae family? Where a Snail's eyes are? Where 
Alfalfa came from? A fairy who builds an apartment house? 



There are in the hospital this week nine Tadpoles who lost their tails 
last week. Some of my Water Beetles and larvae who are to be (that is, 
when they grow up), Dragon Flies and Caddis Flies nipped the tails off 
of some of my Tadpoles who are to be (when they grow up) Frogs. Now, 
these same Tadpoles are in the hospital growing new tails. 

Today the Aster room is all abloom with fairy wings — 'tis all a- 
brown with Pearl-Crecent Butterflies, for many of those mottled, 
grayish-white fairy cradles have given up their treasures. And, O, I 
am so happy, for I've watched over them so carefully since the time when 
from those small light greenish-yellow eggs, the tiny babies came, who some 
day were to be — and that day having now come, are Pearl-Crescent Butter- 
flies. They were such wiggling bits of humanity when first they came out of 
those eggs. Their appetites were so enormous that many trips it took to 
gather fresh Aster leaves for them — and so I decided that when the time 
came 'round again for another generation of Silver Crescents that I would 
have an Aster room, and so I have — just a bit of God's garden wild, with 
more Asters planted in it and screened in with screens earned by picking wild 
Blackberries. Each Pearl-Crescent seems all a-joy — and there is no gloom 
in our Aster room, for we are all as happy as can be. And I've just been tell- 
ing the Pearl Crescent fairies about their butterfly cousins, Ismeria, Vesta, 
Chaon, Orseis, Comillus and the Meadow Crescent-spot." 

August 12th — A wonderful thing happened in our hospital to-day. Last 
week I found a large Garter Snake with her tail partly smashed, so I brought 
her to our hospital and placed her in a screened-in ward all to herself, and 
she has been feasting on earthworms. Now this is the wonderful thing that 
has happened — when we went out to the hospital this afternoon we tound 
lots of baby Garter Snakes with that Snake. There are twenty-nine baby 
Garter Snakes. My — we are just having the most exciting time naming 
them. Bobbie brought the Bible out — and already we have named four 
after four of Jacob's twelve sons. (We did not think it best to use all twelve 
of his sons' names for we have four more Lizards, two Grasshoppers and 
five Toads to name besides all these newly arrived baby Snakes.) Then 
James brought the Ancient History — and we named two after Babylonian 
kings, four after Egyptian kings, and two after Syrian kings. Yesterday 
I forgot and left Caesar's Gallic Wars up a tree where I was studying it, 
and Jane went for that and seven were named from people in Caesar's Gallic 
Wars. I'm sure that before nightfall comes we shall have them all named. 



June — And now are here busy days — that is in the nursery. You see, 
it's this way — I want to write for other Girls and Boys when I grow up 
how the fairies live. So I watch them in the fields and woods — and then 
I raise them from eggs that I may better know their life stories. And the 
reason that these days are especially busy ones at the nursery is because 
many eggs are hatching. 

Day before yesterday three Turtle eggs hatched — for a whole week 
Butterfly and Moth eggs have been hatching — yesterday two Lizard eggs 
hatched, and to-day three Snake eggs (some Snakes hatch from eggs, but 
some are born alive, as Garter Snakes.) Also, Slug eggs are hatching, and 
Beetle ones, too. Several days ago Frog and Toad and Salamander eggs 
were hatching. And now Spiders are hatching, and Sowbugs, too. Do you 
wonder that these are such busy days at the nursery when so many little 
folk are coming into the world? 

If things on hand grow up as we expect them to (the things on hand afore- 
mentioned being Tadpoles who have recently come out of Toad eggs), we 
shall have a goodly number of Toad fairies later in the year. There are at 
present in the nursery three hundred seventy-one Tadpoles who came out of 
Toad eggs. (We won't name them until they grow up — but we have been pick- 
ing out names in preparation for the time when they will become grown-up.) 
I love Toads — from long association with them. You see, from the time I was 
five years old I've been raising them from the eggs to grown-up Toadhood. 
And day by day I've grown to like them more and and to see how truly beau- 
tiful they are. I have had some dear Toad chums — who followed me hopping 
out in the garden — and on long nature walks traveled in my pocket. Every 
day I feel so happy, and no matter how hard things seem, the world is so full 
of wonderful, beautiful things, and no matter how much I get spanked for it, I 
do still love Toads — and I'm sure God understands my loving them. 

"Still as my horizon grew. 
Larger grew my riches, too." 

Another tradegy happened in the hospital to-day. My pet Raccoon, 
who was caught in a trap last week, I brought to the hospital to bandage 
again his paw. He seemed to appreciate the soothing effect of mentholatum 
— and because of his being very quiet I went on to attend to two pet Squir- 
rels who were hurt last week. While my back was turned, Sir Raccoon, on 
exploration bent, soon found the tub wherein was Sucker, who was nicely 
recovering from being caught on a hook last week. Before I could reach 
him he was eating for supper this Sucker. O, Life is truly full of puzzling 



Once upon a time there was a little girl — a little girl who very, very 
much wanted to know about things — especially how other folks, the folk 
of the fields and woods, lived; where they built their homes; what their 
homes were made of; what they fed their children. The more she thought 
about it, the more sure she felt that other boys and girls were wanting to 
know these things also. Now, this little girl's name was Liloriole — and 
there came a day, 'twas the hour between sunset and darkness, the hour all 
children love, when Twilight, the child of Day and Night, came and led 
Liloriole forth in search of the homes of Fairyland. Four years she wan- 
dered over the world under the tender care of Twilight. One night she 
spent with Mother Bluebird, another night with Mother Meadowlark, other 
nights with other mothers — who were loving and tender to this child in 
search of the homes of Fairyland that other Girls and other Boys might 
know how other folks around them lived. In our story Liloriole becomes 
a tiny girl, not quite two inches tall, and so cuddles under the wings of 
manv a fond mother bird. Herein are recorded her visits to more than fifty 
five homes — many more she visited, and these are recorded in another book. 
These are here recorded that you may know more of the home life of the 
dear folk about you — that you may seek for their homes and learn 
of how they live. The places where she found these homes, the materials 
they were made of, the babies within them, the food that was fed unto these 
babies, are all written as I have seen them hour by hour with my own eyes. 
Well I knew Liloriole and well she knew me. We have been chums since 


'Twas in March the Cross-bills nested. In a Spruce tree was the cradle 
placed. Of Spruce twigs and tiny shreds of bark it consisted — and the 
lining was of horse-hair and fine rootlets. Unto this home Liloriole came 
when within the cradle were eggs three — pale greenish in color with spots, 
dots and splotches of shades of brown and purplish gray. Four nights she 
cuddled under Mother Cross-bill's wings, for this was in the month of 
March — and not many birds were building homes. While with Mother 
Cross-bill she learned that Song Sparrows, Goldfinches and Indigo Bunt- 
ings were her cousins. She named the baby Cross-bills to be — Lorene Loxia, 
Lawrence Loxia and Loralee Loxia, for their scientific name, 'twas Loxia 


(Loxia curvirostra minor.) 
s Life-size. 


Then away to the Southland she journeyed all night, all day and all 
night, and came unto the home of Audubon's Caracara. In an oak tree was 
the nest, and it was made of sticks and grass and weeds. In it were two 
e^^s like this one. Liloriole named the little birds to be Peter and 
Polly Polyborus, for their scientific name it was Polyborus cheriway. 
Cousins of Falcons, Eagles and Hawks are these Audubon Caracaras. That 
evening Liloriole started on her Northward journey with Twilight, the 
child of Day and Night. 


During the last week of March Mr. and Mrs. Screech Owl set up house- 
keeping in the hollow part of an old apple tree. And Liloriole came to call 
upon them one evening in the latter part of the first week of April. In the 
hollow of the tree were five eggs like unto this one. Mr. Screech Owl, whose 
scientific name is Mag^ascops asio, took Liloriole with him that night (night 
time is day time in Owl-land) as he went a seeking for food. Liloriole felt 
little thrills go from her head to her toes as they glided swiftly over the field 
and about. She had always wanted to ride in an aeroplane, and this she 
thought even more wonderful. He caught a mouse, and another mouse; 
and then took Liloriole back to Mrs. Screech Owl, who told her that their 
food consisted of many mice, who if not kept in check, would destroy much 
wheat and other grain foods. "O," said Liloriole, "then you are helping the 
Allies, because by your keeping the mice from eating so much wheat and by 
we boys and girls using less, we can send more to the little Belgian and 
French children." And just then Mr. Screech Owl appeared in the doorway 
"Mousing time again, my dears." Nearly all night long is "mousing time" 
with Screech Owl. Liloriole hurried away next day to tell you that you 
might tell other boys and girls why Screech Owls must be protected. 

"We are two dusky owls, and we live in a tree; 

Look at her, — look at me! 
Look at her, — she's my mate, and the mother of three 

Pretty owlets, and we 
Have a warm cozy nest, just as snug as can be. 

We are both very wise ; for our heads, as you see, 

(Look at her — look at me!) 
Are as large as the heads of four birds ought to be ; 

And our horns, you'll agree. 
Make us look wiser still, sitting here on the tree. 

And we care not how gloomy the night-time may be ; 

We can see, — we can see 
Through the forest to roam, it suits her, it suits me; 

And we're free, — ^we are free 
To bring back what we find, to our nest in the tree." 



After an all-night's journey Liloriole arrived with Twilight at the home 
of Mother Loon. 'Twas at the edge of a Northern pond. As they paused 
they heard a strange cry; but Liloriole soon learned 'twas the call of the 
Loon. When she saw Loon alight and move along at the edge of the pond 
she remembered what her uncle had told her — 'twas a legend that when 
Mother Nature made the first Loon she forgot to put legs on him, and he 
started off before she noticed her mistake. Then she picked up the pair of 
legs nearest to her and threw them after him. They landed too near unto his 
tail — and they were also the wrong pair of legs. So Loon fairies stand up — 
but apparently that pair of legs were not suitable for graceful walking legs. 
And Liloriole, watching Loon, saw the reason for the legend. Two wonder- 
ful days she had with a Mother Loon, and a baby Loon, whom she named 
Gavoralee Gavia — for his scientific name was Gavia. 


In an Apple tree was a cradle — no, its builder was not Robin. This 
cradle in this Apple tree was made of weed-stems, wool and twine. Its lin- 
ing was of bits of horse hair, rootlets and grass. The contents of the cradle 
were four — yes, they had hatched, and Liloriole named those four Baby 
Kingbirds, Timmie, Tommie, Tillie and Tiny Tyrannus. (Their scientific 
name is Tyrannus tyrannus.) For supper, grasshopper and gadfly hash was 
served. Mother Kingbird cuddled Liloriole close to her that night. 

"The apple tree becomes a palace, 

When the Queen-bird builds her throne, 
And a doughty soldier the King-bird, 

As he stoutly guards his own." — Gene Stratton Porter. 

She is here, she is here, the Swallow! 

Fair seasons bringing, fair years to follow! — Greek Swallow Songs. 

Under the eave of Somebody's barn Somebody made a cradle of mud 
— made a cradle of pellets of mud and lined it with feathers. The makers 
of this cradle and others like unto it and near unto it were the Barn Swal- 
lows, they who skim low over the field, they who wheel about our barns, 
they who are noted for the exquisite grace of their flight — they whose sci- 
entific name is Hirundo erythrogastra. To this home came Liloriole. To 
the four Baby Barn Swallows who were to come out of the four white eggs 
with speckles of brown and lavender upon them she gave these names — 
Homer Hirundo, Horace Hirundo, Hortense Hirundo and Hallie Hirundo. 



Climbing far out on a vine that leaned out over the water, Liloriole 
caught a glimpse of Stickleback's fairy home among the w^ater plants. 
Now^ Stickleback fairy is a fish, and the wonderfulness about Father Stickle- 
back is that he builds a home, a cradle for the eggs that Mother Stickleback 
fish lays — the eggs from which will come baby Sticklebacks. Now the 
thing that Liloriole longed most of all to do when she saw the Stickleback 
home was to get closer to it. So she dropped lightly onto a water leaf 
below, and then, taking a full breath, she slid down the stem almost to 
Stickleback's home. But she needed another breath of air, so up she 
popped. Down she slid again and came so near to the home, then up she 
popped again to get another breath of air. Then down she slid again, and 
such a big breath of air she had taken that the third time she reached the 
home. It was made of many green Algae. Liloriole thought it a wonderful 
palace and a beautiful cradle. To the reeds it was fastened. And in it were 
— Liloriole thought they were pearls, those beautiful little eggs. And faith- 
fully Father Stickleback guarded his cradle from all intruders — and she 
learned that so he guards it until the Baby Sticklebacks hatch and go away. 


Liloriole saw a clay bank near by — the most interesting thing about 
that clay bank, to Liloriole, was that there was a hole in it. She wondered 
whose home it was, and where it led to. She felt sure that it was some- 
one's home. She tripped straight over to the above-mentioned clay bank, 
and tiptoed up to that hole, which proved to be the entrance to a tunnel, the 
doorway to someone's home. Carefully and quietly she went along the dark 
tunnel. Seven feet she had gone when somebody came rushing in and 
passed her. Her heart was all a-flutter — surely this was the owner of the 
place — and would she be welcome? Then she heard a voice, a cracky voice, 
calling her name softly. She hurried on the end of the tunnel and there 
met face to face the one who had rushed by her, the one whose home this 
was. It was Mother Kingfisher who called her, for the Wind fairies had 
just told her that Liloriole was at her home. At the end of the tunnel were 
six e^^gs — six white eggs. Kingfisher's scientific name is Ceryle alcyon. 
Liloriole tarried but a few minutes with Mother Kingfisher, as she wanted 
to come again when Baby Kingfishers were out of the eggs — and even as 
she hurried away she began to think of the names she would give unto them. 


At 5 :00 P. M. she came unto the home of Blue Jay fifteen feet up in the 
tree. Of twigs, roots, rags and weeds it was made — and looked a bit rag- 
gedy. In it were five eggs like unto this one. Twelve days later Liloriole re- 
turned to find four babies who had just opened their eyes, bemg then nine 
days old. For breakfast that morning they had Grasshopper mush. 



Liloriole sat upon a clod of earth — a tiny clod in a garden. It was just 
after a shower. She sat watching Earth-worms. Along came a Robin and 
took an Earth-worm — took it away to his babies. Then he came for an- 
other, and this time he took a worm in his mouth and Liloriole upon his 
back. Across the garden, then four trees distant — and Liloriole climbed 
from his back onto the edge of Robin Cradle in Apple Tree. Of mud, stems, 
twigs and grasses 'twas made. In it were three babies, who three days 
before had come from three greenish blue eggs. Liloriole named the three 
babies — Muriel Merula, Merlin Merula and Marian Merula — for their sci- 
entific name, 'twas Merula migratoria propinqua. For dinner, which began 
two hours before Liloriole arrived, and which still continued, they were 
being served earth-worm rolls, with blackberries for dessert. Liloriole 
learned that the cousins of Robins are Bluebirds and Hermit Thrushes. 


One day when Liloriole sat meditating on an Oak tree — on the tiniest 
leaf of all on the big Oak tree — Father Bluebird came by on his way home. 
And Aurelius Evangel, the little Wind Fairy, having told him of Liloriole's 
search for the homes of Fairyland he stopped at the Oak tree, where Lilori- 
ole climbed upon his back. Away to the South they flew, three hundred 
trees distant, across a field, and near unto a little bungalow where lived 
Love, a tiny rosebud baby, and his happy young father and mother. Because 
they loved one another so very much, and were so happy in their little home, 
they wanted to have the Bluebirds of happiness near, so built a little home 
for them and set it on a pole. Father and Mother Bluebird liked the loca- 
tion, so there they located. 'Twas to this nursery Liloriole came. Mother 
Bluebird cuddled her and told her about her own dear babies six who had 
recently come out of six pale-blue eggs. For supper they had caterpillar 
dumplings. Then Liloriole went to sleep cuddled close to Mother Blue- 
bird's breast. Next morning it so happened that when she woke up she 
was hungry. She and all Baby Bluebirds were given caterpillar mush for 
breakfast. For dinner, which began a few minutes after breakfast ended, 
they were served caterpillar, weevil and ant hash. The lovely Bluebird 
fairies are cousins of Hermit Thrush and our dear Robin. Liloriole told 
this verse about the Bluebirds to each of the six baby birds : 

"Winged lute that we call a bluebird, 

You blend in a silver strain 

The sound of the laughing water, 

The patter of Spring's sweet rain. 

The voice of the winds, the sunshine 

And fragrance of blossoming things; 

You are an April poem 

That God has dowered with wings." 



There was a night — 'twas a wonderful night — that night Liloriole spent 
with the Flying Squirrels. Their home it was in a tree — in a tree in the 
woods. The year before this year that home had been occupied by a 
pair of Woodpeckers. Now it was the palace, the home, the nursery of 
dreamy-eyed woodfolk. When Liloriole arrived at the nursery that after- 
noon everyone was asleep. As Mother Flying Squirrel afterwards told 
her, "Daytime is Sleepytime with we folk." For breakfast that evening they 
had hazel-nuts. 


One evening Twilight and Liloriole met a Mother Bat — the dear fairy with 
silky fur and wonderful wings like rubber tissue. They saw Mother Bat catch 
a mosquito and a gnat. Liloriole wondered if Mother Bat fed Baby Bats upon 
an insect diet. Twilight, perceiving her pondering, led her away and away to 
a long and strong shrub — and there set her down on the tip of a twig. Now, a 
wee bit farther down on this same twig were two quaint babies — miniatures 
of Mother Bat. They were Mother Bat's twins, who were born in July. 
Mother Bat came along presently and they rode away clinging to her neck. 
With them clung Liloriole. A little way they went unto a hollow tree. Lilo- 
riole learned that Baby Bats were not fed upon an insect diet, but nursed from 
their mothers' breasts. She rode about that night with Mother Bat, clinging 
to her neck as Baby Bats do — and a happy night was the night she spent with 
Mother Bat and her Twin Battikins, Millard Myotis and Millie Myotis (their 
scientific name is Myotis lucifugus). 

"There twilight paused in rosy dreaming, 

And o'er the riot of t^e rills. 
When starlight on the world was streaming. 

Rose the love-song of whip-poor-wills." 

On a night in Springtime Lilioriole heard a plaintive voice calling, 
"Whip-poor-will." 'Twas in June-time that she came unto the home of the 
mate of Whip-poor-will. There was no palace, but the eggs were laid on the 
ground among dry leaves. These eggs were two in number, in color white with 
spots, blotches, and lines of brown and purple. Liloriole learned that Whip- 
poor-wills need not much of a beak as other birds, so they have little beak. 
They need large mouths for catching night-flying insects, so their mouths are 
large. Learning that their scientific name was Antrostomus vociferus, she 
named the two baby Nighthawks to be — Antony Antrostomus and Antoinette 

"Where deep and misty shadows float, 
In forest depths is heard thy note; 
Like a lost spirit, earth-bound still, 
Art thou, mysterious Whip-poor-will." 



It had been the home of a Woodpecker — but now it belonged to someone 
else — to a little somebody with tender eyes and soft silky fur. 'Twas unto 
this old Woodpecker nursery that Liloriole came — and found there Mother 
Wood Mouse, with her baby Mouselets four. With grass that cradle in the 
tree was lined. In several ways Liloriole thought Mother Wood Mouse much 
like Flying Squirrel. Philip Peromyscus, Puella Peromyscus, Paula Pero- 
myscus, Pearl Peromyscus — so she named the four Baby Mice, for their sci- 
entific name was Peromyscus leucopus. 


In the Spring the Milkweeds were blooming, and in the summer, too. 
There came a day when the Milkweed babies in their cradles lay; and Lilori- 
ole on this day came that way. That night she dreamed downy, silky dreams 
cradled with the Baby Milkweeds. Next morning she climbed over the edge 
of the cradle, and a little way distant she saw another wonderful cradle fast- 
ened to the old fence near which this Milkweed grew. Now this other cradle 
was green with gold dots upon it — and within was a Monarch Butterfly to be. 
'Twas only a short time since he had been a caterpillar feeding upon leaves 
like the ones on this Milkweed plant. While Liloriole sat there wondering at 
the wonderfulness of this Butterfly cradle a baby Milkweed seed called unto 
her — and with this Baby Milkweed seed she sailed away, and away, and away. 
So she went a-ballooning in the balloon like other silky balloons which Moth- 
er Nature provides for the sailing away of these Baby Milkweed seeds. 


In a burrow made by a Ground Squirrel she found the Billy Owls at 
home. That is, their home was in the burrow, and they were sitting outside 
sunning themselves. Within the burrow were seven glossy white eggs, 
and Liloriole thought it would be delightful to return when the young Owls 
had come out of these. Speotyto cunicularia hypogaea is their scientific 
name. Liloriole, repeating it over several times, that she might tell it unto 
you, became tongue-tired and nestled close to Mother Burrowing Owl. 


One night she spent in the Magpie home in the Hawthorne tree. The 
home — it was made of mud and lined with rootlets, hair and grass. Around 
it were many sticks. In it were six young Magpies. The day's menu con- 
sisted of crickets, grasshoppers, berries, grubs and mice. Being with Mag- 
pies made Liloriole think of the little boy who lived next to her home because 
he had a Magpie who talked and talked. She learned that Crow, Nutcracker, 
Raven and Blue Jay are cousins of Magpie, whose scientific name is Pica pica 



On the thirtieth day of May she came unto the home of Brown Thrasher 
in the field upon the ground. It was builded of twigs, tendrils of vines and 
leaves and its lining was of rootlets. In it were four young bird children — 
John and Jimmie, and Nellie and Timmie — who not yet but soon were to be 
a quartette. (See their portrait in Music and Musicians of the Out-of-Doors.) 
Their voices were as yet undeveloped, as they had only a few days before 
come out of four eggs, like unto this one. For supper, which continued for 
three hours, being served at intervals, they had grasshoppers, caterpillars and 
spiders — for breakfast the same, with a wee bit of fruit. 


In a pasture near the fence was the burrow of Woodchuck. Liloriole 
called, but no one answered. She went on a little way and saw a Wood- 
chuck upon a stump sunning himself. That burrow was not his home — but 
it was the home of a Woodchuck, who was not just then at home. How- 
ever, this Woodchuck told Liloriole several things of interest about her 
own family, and Liloriole went with her to her burrow. Her nest was lined 
with soft grass. And best of all were the three baby Woodchucks — then 
three weeks old. When evening came Liloriole journeyed forth with 
Mother Woodchuck to the garden, where she ate cabbage (the inside of 
the heads) and beans. Back again they went into the burrow, where Liloriole 
cuddled down among the babies — whose scientific name is Actomys monax. 


On the face of the clifif, plastered there by their makers, were the homes 
of Cliff Swallows. Of mud pellets these cradles were made, and in them 
were eggs and Baby Swallows just out of eggs — white ones spotted with 
brown and lilac. In one cradle, where Liloriole tarried for a moment, were 
five eggs, in another cradle three eggs. And three young Swallows were 
in the cradle in which she spent the night. For breakfast they had ants and 
other insects. Then Liloriole named the three Baby Swallows: Peter Petro- 
chelidon. Pepper Petrochelidon, and Pippa Petrochelidon — for their scien- 
tific name was Petrochelidon lunifrons. 


Many little folk were hurrying to and fro from under a piece of bark. 
They were busy, busy folk. "And is this Ant Home?" inquired Liloriole 
politely from an Ant passing by. "Yes," came the answer — and she entered 
in. "O, how shall I ever tell the Boys and Girls about this — I know," and 
she clapped her hands, "Fll tell them to watch and see for themselves." So 
Liloriole wants you to sit quietly, not for just a few moments, but for many 
minutes, and watch beside an Ant Home. See them going to and fro, see 
them bringing in food. Watch their ways and then write and tell her what 
you see. (You may send the letters to her in care of the author.) 



"The Catbird sings a crooked song, in minors that are flat, 
And when he can't control his voice, he mews just like a cat, 
Then nods his head and whisks his tail and lets it go at that." — Dovi«. 
In a rose bush was a cradle — a cradle made of sticks and fine roots, 
leaves and grass. In this cradle were four greenish-blue eggs. "Whose 
home — now I wonder," remarked Liloriole. She thought she heard a kitten 
nearby. Then she knew that a Mother Wren was near, and close by another 
bird cousin dear. But just then she knew it was none of these. 'Twas the 
Catbird — and this the Catbird cradle. As evening came on she nestled under 
Mother Catbird's wing, and next morning heard Father Catbird sing. 

"He sits on a branch of yon blossoming bush, 

This madcap cousin of robin and thrush, 

And sings without ceasing the whole morning long; 

Now wild, now tender, the wayward song 

That flows from his soft, gray, fluttering throat. 

But often he stops in his sweetest note. 

And, shaking a flower from the blossoming bough, 

Drawls out, 'Mi-eu, mi-ow!" — E. Thomas. 


One evening Twilight took Liloriole to an old barn — there were many cob- 
webs on the rafters. In this place were five young fairies. Here they had 
hatched from five white eggs. And these five fairies wore baby clothes of 
down — and their faces were monkey-like. Breakfast time came soon after Lil- 
oriole came, and observing what these Baby Fairies were fed upon, she con- 
cluded that their parents were, and these babies would be when they grew up, 
economic allies of the farmer. That breakfast which Mother and Father Barn 
Owl were serving unto the Owlets five consisted of mice and gophers. Lilori- 
ole was not hungry, so she watched the comings and goings of Mother and 
Father Barn Owl. The scientific name of these dignified fairy folk is Strix 
pratincola. With them Liloriole lingered all night and slept with the Baby 
Barn Owls next day. 


Liloriole learned on her journey in search of the homes of Fairyland that 
other fairies beside Barn Swallow and her cousins make their cradles of mud. 
For upon a certain day she came upon a dainty cradle on a board — a cradle 
about an inch long. What she first thought one cradle she found to be five 
dainty cradles close together. And in each sealed-up cradle was a Baby Mud 
Wasp to be. While she sat on the heap of cradles the mud from one end of 
one cradle fell away and out came a Mud Wasp. Unto Liloriole she told her 
life storv — of how her Mother had made the cradle of mud, and placed within 
the egg in which was the Baby Wasp to be — and of her placing therein stun- 
ned spiders for the hungry larva to feed upon after hatching — then of how she 
changed into a pupa — and at last came out a grown-up Mud Wasp.. 



There it was in the tree — looking like a knot upon the limb. Of plant 
fibers it was made and covered with lichens. In it were two tiny white 
eggs. Liloriole's heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, for she knew she had 
come unto the home of Hummingbird, whom Aurelius Evangel, the Wind 
Fairy, said was the most exquisite cradle in all Birdland. Mother Hummer 
returned in a few moments ; and Liloriole sitting on the edge of the nest 
had a happy time talking with her. She learned that Hummingbirds not 
only like honey but plant lice and small spiders as well. As the close of 
day drew near she went away with Twilight, Child of Day and Night, to 
another home; but before going she promised Mother Hummer to return 
again when Baby Hummers were out of the eggs. 


And the home she was journeying unto Liloriole knew not until Twi- 
light gave three taps on an old decayed tree in the woods. Thirteen feet 
up from the ground on a knot he and Liloriole waited two minutes — then 
again he gave three taps and led Liloriole in through a hole by the knot — 
led her rig-ht into Chick-a-dees home. And there were a set of triplets and 
two sets of twins. Liloriole cuddled down among them and slept. Next 
morning she was hungry and was given for breakfast insect eggs — for din- 
ner, which was served at intervals, insect hash of grasshoppers, flies and 
caterpillars. And Baby Chick-a-dees were waxing fat and fluffy on just 
such a diet. As their scientific name was Parus atricapillus she named those 
seven Chick-a-dee youngsters — Atlas Atricapillus, Atlanta Atricapillus, Alice 
Atricapillus, Alma Atricapillus, Atilla Atricapillus, Arnold Atricapillus, 

Aloah Atricapillus Liloriole's tongue rested for five minutes after she 

named them. Happy are her memories of the days spent with them. 


In the marsh among the reeds — attached to the reeds was the home of 
Long-billed Marsh Wren. Of grasses, reeds and weeds it was builded, and 
soft was its lining of Cat-tail seeds. And in it were seven eggs like unto this 
one and on them was dear little Mother Wren. And the day Liloriole came 
that way was the twenty-seventh day of May — and she tarried that 
night within the little home. Among the things she learned before her de- 
parture were — that the music box a-tilt on the reed that she heard again and 
again as she was coming near unto the home on yesterday, was dear little 
Mother Wren's mate — that the eggs within the nest were soon to be baby 
Long-billed Marsh Wrens — and that her scientific name was Cistothorus 



In a tree in a grove at the edge of the field Liloriole found Mother 
Crow at home. Of sticks, sticks, more sticks, and weed stalks it was made. 
With grass, straw, wool, hair, leaves, roots it was lined. And in this nest 
were six eggs like this one. She learned that Mother Crow's scientific name 
was Corvus americanus — and that her cousins were Magpie, Raven and 
Blue Jay. Liloriole planned to come again when Baby Crows were in the 

On Father Chimney Swift's back Liloriole journeyed to their home in 
the chimney. Their cradle was a wall pocket of twigs cemented to the chim- 
ney with salivary glue. Those baby Swifts were four and Liloriole named 
them Charles, Elsie, Caroline and Elisa Chaetura — and Chaetura pelagica 
is their scientific name. While she was in the home she, too, was fed upon 
an insect diet. 


In a thicket she saw a ball of feathers, and that ball of feathers was 
diligently looking for insect eggs — and that ball of feathers was no other 
than Sir Bush-Tit himself, the cousin of Chick-a-dee. Sir Bush-Tit wore 
a coat of brownish gray. Ever now and then he was upside down around 
on the other side of the twig. The second time he came right side up, 
Liloriole called to him and told him, all in one breath, lest he turn upside 
down before she could finish, of her search for the Homes of Fairyland. 
"There's a hanging cradle five trees and two bushes distant from here in 
which you will be welcomed, dear child," Sir Bush-Tit said. And truly it 
was a wonderful cradle, and so — so much larger than Sir Bush-Tit and his 
darling mate and the little Bush-Tits seven who had come out of seven 
small white eggs. And O that cradle — it was made of plant fibers, mosses, 
lichens and feathers. And O those babies — they were dear and so dear. 
Liloriole learned that they were cousins of Chick-a-dee. Wren-tit and V er- 
din. Their scientific name is Psaltriparus. 


In the woods in a thicket she came unto the home of Wood Rat. It was 
dome-shaped. Of sticks, sticks, sticks, and more sticks it was made. Too, 
there were other bits of things, shreds of bark, etc. "Woodrat is beautiful," 
thought Liloriole, for he looked much like White-footed Mouse enlarged. 
His fur was very soft and more like Squirrel's fur. Liloriole had a lovely 
time in the Wood Rat's home — and she thought each Boy and Girl who reads 
of her journey would find it very interesting to watch for Wood Rat's home 
when they see heaps of sticks in a thicket or a tree. "Please remember." she 
says to tell you, "that Wood Rat is a very different sort of person from the 
pesky House Rat." 



In the meadow among the weeds was a home made of dried grasses. 
In it were four pale blue eggs. While yet Liloriole waited near unto it 
first came Mother Dickissel and perched at the edge of the nest. Then 
came Father Dickissel and he perched on a twig near by. That night she 
nestled under Mother Dickissel's wing. Next morning for breakfast she 
had grasshopper mush. After breakfast Father Dickissel told her that 
their scientific name was Spiza americana. Mother Dickessel told her that 
their cousins were Grosbeaks, Towhees, Song Sparrows, Juncos, Buntings 
and Goldfinches. 


In the field was a little burrow. At the bottom of the burrow was a nest. 
When Liloriole came unto this burrow in the field she lay do-ivn and peeked 
over its edge to see who was down there and just as she peeked over some- 
body else from within the burrow peeked out to see what the outside world 
looked like — and their noses met. He who peeked out was a Baby Meadow 
Mouse. Liloriole liked him and he told her about the other Baby Meadow 
Mice in the nest at the bottom of the burrow. So they both slid down the 
burrow to the nest. "There's folks what like to eat us and we have to watch 
out for them," piped Least Mouse of all as he came sliding down the burrow. 

"Who be they?" inquired Liloriole. 

"Marsh Hawks, Hen Hawks, Crows, Owls, Cats and Weasels," answered 
Mother Meadow Mouse in profound tones. Then Liloriole being very tired 
out, nestled close to Least Mouse of all and went to sleep. 


In the field at the foot of a bunch of grass she found the home of Mead- 
owlark. It was builded of grass and arched over. It was in the month of 
May she found it — and in it were six eggs like unto this one. Liloriole 
thought them beautiful indeed. As she nestled under Mother Meadowlark's 
wing she heard afar in the field the liquid voice of Father Meadowlark. 
When next morning she said good-by she promised to return again when 
the little birds were hatched. 

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am! 

(Listen to the meadow-larks across the fields that sing!) 

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm, 

O winds that blow, 0 buds that grow, O rapture of the spring! 

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is! 

Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call. 

Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss, 

For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all. — Coolbrith. 



In a burrow close to the stream dwelt a Mother Muskrat and her Baby 
Muskrats six. Liloriole tripping along through the grass fell down through 
the air hole into the burrow. She liked the Baby Muskrats so well that she 
stayed all night and yet another night. And Mother Muskrat shared her 
own lily-roots and clams with her. While with them Liloriole learned that 
they had to watch out for Minks and Weasels, Foxes and Dogs, Owls and 
Hawks, for these include Muskrats among those things delicious to eat. 
Next day she rode on Mother Muskrat's back as she swam about in the 

Behind a cascade of singing waters was a lovely cradle of green mosses. 
The waters rushed on, murmuring, rippling and singing. But the heart of 
the Mother feared not the rushing of the water — the music of the stream 
seemed a part of her life. Day after day she tenderly guarded the treasures 
in the cradle of mosses behind the cascade. Now, this cradle was shaped like 
an oven — an opening it had on the side. The treasures within it numbered 
five — pure white in color, these eggs in which were the Baby Water Ouzels to 
be. Unto this home Liloriole came, and was surprised at the way Father and 
Mother Water Ouzel hurried over the wet rocks. While there she heard Sir 
Water Ouzel sing, and in his song was the beauty and the strength of the 
mountains around them. To the five Baby Water Ouzels to be she gave these 
names — Cinclora Cinclus, Cindora Cinclus, Cinflora Cinclus, Cindrona Cin- 
clus and Cicero Cinclus — for their scientific name was Cinclus mexicanus. 
And when leaving time came she yet lingered, for Father Water Ouzel was 
singing — and in his song was the glory of the mountains, the rippling laugh- 
ter of the streams — their dreamy sadness, too; the beauty of the mosses and 
ferns along the water. The tinkle of the raindrops traveling over the tiny 
rocks — all these and more too — the joy of living in God's good world, was in 
the song of the Ouzel. 

In a thicket along the stream she saw a Sunshine Bird — saw the Summer 
Warbler — he whose name is Dendroica aestiva. In a tree close by was his 
cup-shaped home made of plant fibers. Soon Liloriole came unto this home, 
and saw there five eggs like these. When Mother Warbler came she learned 
that Cowbird (who is the black sheep of the Icteridae family) had placed one 
of her eggs in their newly built home — and that a platform had been built over 
this Cowbird egg. Also she learned that Summer Warblers are cousins of 
Audubon, Magnolia, Dusky and Yellow-throat Warblers. She cuddled one 
night under Mother Summer Warbler's wing — and promised to return when 
the young birds were out of the eggs. As she went away she planned what she 
would name them. 


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"You know about the great work of Audubon societies, don't you?" re- 
marked Twilight to Liloriole one evening. 

"O, yes — of course I do. I saved my pennies and nickels to help protect 
Egret homes," replied Liloriole. 

And then Twilight asked her if she wouldn't like to visit an Egret home. 
So away they traveled to a distant state. All night they journeyed and the 
next day Liloriole slept in a rose. The following night they came to the end 
of their journey at Heron Colony, in the Southland. Liloriole, being sleepy, 
was at once cuddled by a Mother Egret. When the sunbeams woke her up 
next morning she looked all about — climbed over the nest and explored about. 
There were lots of other homes there — like the one she had slept in, made of 
twigs. Now, in these cradles there was neither lining of moss, feathers, nor 
any soft material whatsoever — just twigs and more twigs. The eggs were blue 
— some cradles had four and some had five, and some cradles had little birds 
very much alive. One Father Snowy Egret took Liloriole with him when he 
went for food. Twelve miles distant he went, and the food for which he went 
was minnows. Liloriole learned that Baby Egrets are given this fish food by 
the method of regurgitation. She felt certain that if people knew more about 
Egret home life they would want to do much to help the Audubon Society to 
protect Egret colonies from the plume hunters. She named several Snowy 
Egret babies — and many to-be Snowy Egret babies, the ones who were to 
come out of the blue eggs. Some of them she named Edith Egretta, Ellen 
Egretta, Eddie Egretta, Eleanor Egretta — for their scientific name was 
Egretta candidissima. Cousins of Snowy Heron, Great Blue Heron, Night 
Heron and Bittern, are Snowy Egret fairies. 


Here and there Liloriole would see Cowbirds, but no Cowbird home 
was she able to find. Finally one day, being very inquisitive, she inquired 
of a certain Cowbird where she would find the homes of the Cowbirds. 
"Why, my dear child, I have no nest — other birds raise my children. I 
bother not with the troubles of home-making. But — if you desire to know 
more of my eggs you might look in yonder Warbler's nest." So she went 
unto this Warbler's home and there among the Warbler's own four eggs 
was a much larger whitish egg with brown blotches over it. Later, Liloriole 
saw a tiny Warbler mother feeding a young hungry Cowbird hatched from 
an egg placed in her nest by a Cowbird. Liloriole had not even a thimble- 
ful of affection for this unnatural Cowbird mother, who, like all Cowbird 
mothers, shirks home duties — leaving her young to the care of others — 
often smaller birds. Molothrus ater is the scientific name of Cowbirds, dis- 
reputable cousins of our lovely Bob-o'-links, Meadowlarks and Orioles. Cow- 
bird is truly the black sheep of the family Icteridae. 



"A bird's nest, mark it well, within, without. 

No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, 

No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert. 

No glue to join; his little beak was all. 

And yet how neatly finished! what a nice hand, 

With every implement and means of art. 

And twenty years* apprenticeship to boot. 

Could make me such another?" — Hurdis. 

In the beginning of the month of June came she unto the home of Wood 
Pewee in a large Maple tree. Of rootlets, fine grass and moss it was made 
— and coated with lichens. A very dainty cradle Liloriole thought it was 
as she cuddled down among the babies three. And she named them Virolla, 
Vera and Virgil Virens — for their scientific name was Contopus virens. 
For breakfast, which lasted until dinner began, they had caterpillars and 
grasshoppers. Phoebes, Flycatchers and Kingbirds are cousins of Wood 


"Is it near unto this place that the Song Sparrows dwell?" asked Lilo- 
riole. And the Flower fairies whispered, "Just over the way in a tussock of 
grass." And Liloriole coming to the tussock of grass climbed part way up 
a blade of grass and sat down on the edge of the nest made of dry leaves 
and grasses. The four baby Song Sparrows were glad to see her. And 
their scientific name was Melospiza. She named them Marian, Marto, Me- 
lora and Lorene Melospiza. A day and two hours she tarried with them. 


In the thicket on the ground was the Towhee home. It was in the month 
of May that she came unto this home. It was made of dead leaves, twigs, 
vine tendrils and grass; and was lined with fine roots and grass. The four 
babies in the cradle she named Pippin Pipilo, Peter Pipilo, Polly Pipilo, 
Pipona Pipilo — for their scientific name was Pipilo. For breakfast they 
had insects, the same for dinner and supper. Cousins of Junco, Song Spar- 
row, Goldfinch and Indigo Bunting are Towhee fairies. 


In the swamp among the Cat-tails she found the home of Red-winged 
Blackbird. Of grasses it was made and in it were three baby birds whom she 
named Pharaoh Phoeniceus, Phoebe Phoeniceus and Phillip Phoeniceus. 
Their scientific name is Agelaius phoeniceus. One day she tarried with them 
and for breakfast, dinner and supper they had grasshoppers. She learned 
that their cousins were the Orioles and the Meadowlarks. 



At a stump she paused as she heard a slight noise from within. While 
yet she waited near, out of this stump that used to be a tree, came a fairy 
dressed in these colors three^ — red, black and white. The stump was the 
castle of Red-headed Woodpecker and this was he himself. Soon he returned 
with a grasshopper and Liloriole took supper with the little Woodpeckers 
six who had been five days out of six eggs like this one. She learned from 
Mother Red-headed Woodpecker that their menu through the year consisted 
of grasshoppers, flies, beetles, ants, berries, fruits and nuts ; also that they 
were the cousins of Hairy, Pileated, Lewis and Gila Woodpeckers. 


Liloriole stayed two whole days with Mother Baltimore Oriole. And 
that cradle — that swinging cradle of grasses, plant fibers and string was 
much to her liking. With fine grass, wool and hair it was lined. In it 
were four baby Orioles who came four days before from four eggs like unto 
this one. Late on the afternoon she arrived they had cankerworms for sup- 
per. And they, the four baby Baltimore Orioles — Garna oalbula, Garcia 
Galbula, George Galbula and Grace Galbula — were hungry; and breakfast, 
dinner and supper time came often during each day. While with these dear 
babies, whose scientific name is Icterus galbula, Liloriole learned that they 
were cousins to Blackbirds and Meadowlarks. 


It was June time when she came unto the home of the Cedar Waxwings 
in Cedar tree. The nest was made of twigs, grass, moss and catkins. The 
four babies in it had been seven days out of four eggs like unto this one. 
Now these four babies — Carol Cedrorum, Carl Cedrorum, Clara Cedrorum, 
and Cleo Cedrorum — were fed raspberries, cankerworms, bark lice and 
grasshoppers. She learned that their scientific name was Ampelis cedrorum 
— and that their cousins were Phainopeplas. 


On the sixth day of June she came unto the house of Rosebreasted Gros- 
beak in the great blackberry vine. Seven feet and two inches above the 
ground it was — like a saucer it was shaped — and it was builded loosely, of 
several rootlets. In it were four Grosbeak children who had four days be- 
fore come out of four eggs like unto this one. Liloriole was very hungry and 
the first course served after her arrival consisted of potato bugs. Now Lilori- 
ole was very fond of potatoes but felt that she must draw the line at potato 
bugs; so she waited until the next course, which consisted of seeds, and she 
ate four. 



High, higher on a mountain side — up, up to a ridge Liloriole and Twi- 
light traveled to the home of Eagle — to the home of the King of Birds. It 
was June time and the young Eagles were almost ready to leave their nursery. 
Liloriole wondered how long since they had come from the eggs — she won- 
dered about a number of things. The nest was so, so big that there seemed no 
place to cuddle down. Anyway, she wanted to find out some things first. She 
learned that these two baby Eagles came in April out of two dull white eggs, 
marked with blotches of brown and gray — and that these eggs were laid in 
March. She saw the Baby Eagles eat squirrels and rabbits. Many things she 
learned of Eagle family ways, and these she writes of in another book. Two 
days she lingered at Eagle Castle, which was made of many sticks and was a 
bit over fifty-six inches wide. She learned also that these two Baby Eagles 
wore coats of down before they had their coats of feathers, that their scien- 
tific name was Aquila chrysaetos, and that Mother and Father Golden Eagle 
mate for life. 

There came a day when Liloriole came unto the home of the descendants 
of the world's first paper makers — unto the cradle of the Wasp fairies. And 
this home was of paper made of wood pulp. From old worn boards and fences 
these Yellow Jacket fairies had secured their material, and by saliva in their 
mouths it had been reduced to a pulp — then layer on layer was placed. Lilo- 
riole went exploring in Wasp palace and bumped into a nurse — from her she 
learned that the combs were not for storing honey, but that the Baby Wasps 
were there cradled. And the funny part about it was that these chubby larval 
youngsters hung head downward. She saw the nurse feeding the Baby Wasps, 
and noticed that they all faced toward the center of the nest so that nurse did 
not need to turn their heads about to feed them. They were all arranged in 
nice order, making possible a hooverizing of the time required for their feed- 
ing. Liloriole thought Mesdame Yellow Jackets' taste in the matter of dress 
very becoming. The yellow trimmings were so well arranged and stripes were 
becoming, as they were slender folk. Also their hair was done in the pompa- 
dour way (now Liloriole had seen a certain Lady Yellow Jacket under the mi- 
croscope some years before — and noted her hair being done pompadour). She 
saw one lady much larger than the other Yellow Jackets — and learned that 
this was Queen Vespa. Now, Queen Vespa was a busy personality and had 
not much time for conversation, as she was busily engaged in laying more 
eggs that there might be more baby Yellow Jackets in the world. Other Wasp 
people about were caring for the baby Wasps, who were on the way to being 
grown-up Yellow Jackets. The workers now busily caring for eggs, and chub- 
by youngsters who had come out of like eggs, had themselves come out of the 
first eggs laid by Queen Vespa in the Spring. 



One (lay in May she came unto the home of Bob White in the field at 
the foot of a stump. The cradle was only a slight depression in the ground 
lined with grasses and leaves, but in it were fifteen eggs like unto this one. 
And Mother and Father Bob White took turns at keeping those eggs warm — 
and Iviloriole nestled under the wing of one and under the wing of the other. 
Later, when the fluffy brown baby Bob Whites were about, Liloriole met 
them one day and roamed about with them. She learned that they were very 
fond of grass seeds, berries, and insects. She also learned that their scien- 
tific name is Colinus virginianus. 


Near unto a stream she met Father Prothonotary Warbler, and in a tree 
close unto the water was the Prothonotary cradle. In it were four eggs. 
Mother and Father Prothonotary Warbler were lovely to Liloriole. 


Liloriole perched on the leaf of a tree and sat there wondering to what 
home her next visit would be, when along came Father Scarlet Tanager to 
get a caterpillar and another caterpillar from that tree — and having secured 
the caterpillars, he paused a moment beside the leaf upon which Liloriole 
sat and moved a little nearer that she might mount upon his back, for he was 
going to take her to Mother Scarlet Tanager (who hasn't a speck of scarlet 
upon her, but who is yellow and green). He had heard the Earth Things 
talking — the grass, the flowers, and the many little folk that live in the earth 
and upon the earth — and telling one another of Liloriole's search for the 
homes of Fairyland. So Scarlet Tanager knev/ of her search and he knew 
that she would like to know Mother Scarlet Tanager and the little Tanagers 


In the grass field was the home of Horned Larks. Of grasses and corn 
leaves it was made, and was near unto a tuft of grass. In the nest were four 
eggs like unto this one — and Liloriole named the four little birds that were 
to be — Otis Otocoris, Otho Otocoris, Othella Otocoris and Ora Otocoris — 
for their scientific name was Otocorus alpestris. Mother and Father Horned 
Lark were very fond of weed seeds. Liloriole was glad to learn that they 
were cousins of Skylark of Europe of whom the poet sings : 

"Up with me! Up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; 

Up with me! up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, 

With clouds and sky above thee ringing. 

With a soul as strong as a mountain river, 

Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver." — Wordsworth. 



It was on a May day eleven days past the first day that Liloriole came 
unto the home of Chipping Sparrow in the fir tree. And great was her joy 
as she entered into the home built of little things, little grasses and little 
roots ; for within it she met again Mother Chipping Sparrow, whose nursery 
she had assisted last year when she was a big girl. This nest, too, was lined 
with hair, even as the home of last year. In it were three Chipping Sparrow 
babies only three days out of the blue eggs like unto this one. And as she 
lingered with them she was fed upon a varied diet — seeds of last year's Fox- 
tail and Crab grass, Pig Weed and Chickweed, Cabbage Worms and Canker 
Worms. Near the end of the second day she said goodbye to the babies three 
and called each one by his scientific name, Spizella socialis. 


Liloriole, lingering in a treetop, was puzzled when she heard a low call 
twice repeated. It sounded a bit like the voice of the Mother Mouse, with 
whom she had stayed one day last week. While she was pondering o'fer this 
mouse-like call, the fairy who had given it with a flip and a hop was on the 
branch beside her. She soon learned that he had two names — Blue Gray 
Gnatcatcher and Sylvan Flycatcher ; that his home was nearby, and that 
having learned of her mission he had come to invite her to spend the night 
with Mother Blue Gray Gnatcatcher and the baby Blue Gray Gnatcatchers 
five, who had so recently come out of five pale greenish-white eggs with 
pretty spots of lilac and reddish brown upon them. 

Liloriole, standing up, took a good deep breath, tied back her curls with 
thistledown, fastened on her birch-bark sandals, and was ready to start upon 
the journey with Blue Gray Gnatcatcher. 

"Oh," said she, when in seventeen seconds they stopped three trees away. 

"Yes," said he, "you were very near unto our fairy home." There it was 
a tiny, cup-shaped cradle, all covered with lichens — and when Liloriole was 
inside she thought it so lovely that she decided to nestle down among the 
nestlings and go to sleep at once. 

"Not yet, not yet, dear child!" said Mother Blue Gnatcatcher — "Supper 
first." And for supper they had gnats, flies, and mosquitoes for dessert. 


It was in the oak tree — in a forked twig. It was cup-shaped and made of 
grasses, little strips of bark, lichens and vegetable fibers. In it were five eggs 
just like this one. Liloriole knew not whose home it was until — until Mrs. 
Red-eyed Vireo came and nestled down upon the eggs, whereupon Liloriole 
edged near unto the rim of the nest and asked her if it was her home. And 
in this home with Mother Vireo, whose other name is Vireo olivaceus, she 
spent the night and learned that when the Vireo babies came from the five 
eggs they would be hungry and would be fed insects and berries. 



Tripping along on a southern hillside she stubbed her toe on the rim of 
something and landed on the round door of something. So much like the 
earth around it this rim and door looked that she thought it would be diffi- 
cult for a grown-up person to find it. After she got up she sat down by this 
queer thing and wondered what it was. She had not been wondering long 
when something big and blackish with eight great fuzzy legs pushed the 
door open from beneath, and who was it but Trap-Door Spider, the maker 
and owner of the home. Liloriole learned from him that he had dug the 
tunnel in the ground, then coated the wall of it with earth and saliva, and 
then had lined the tunnel with silk. 


In May, June and July she watched for the Goldfinch home, but found 
it not. One hot August day when going along a hillside among Vine- 
Maples she caught sight of a bit of olive-brown. It was the Mother Gold- 
finch at home. The home was in a crotch of the Vine-Maple, and it was 
made of many plant fibers. Liloriole had not long been cuddled under 
Mother Goldfinch's wing when Father Goldfinch came to feed her. And 
the food he gave unto her was weed seeds. Liloriole thought perhaps Gold- 
finches had put off home-building until the time when many weed seeds 
would be about for Baby Goldfinches to feed upon when they left the nest — 
and she also thought she could hardly wait until Baby Goldfinches came 
from those four pale bluish white eggs. Father Goldfinch told her that 
their scientific name was Astragalinus tristis, and that their cousins were 
Sparrows, Buntings and Grosbeaks. 

From the Wind Fairies she learned of the palaces wherein dwell tiny 
fairies, who become, when they grow up, tiny flies — and at their growing 
up leave their tiny palaces. Liloriole had often wondered what caused 
those Oak Apples on the leaves — the ones children call pop-balls — and she 
learned that these same pop-balls are the palaces of little folk, who when 
they grow up go out into the big world — little four-winged flies. On the 
stems of plants she found also Galls — and the dweller within one of these 
spoke thus unto her : 

"A green little world with me at its heart! 

A house grown by magic, of a green stem a part; 

My walls give me food and protect me from foes, 

I eat at my leisure, in safety repose. 

My house hath no window, 'tis dark as the night! 

But I make me a door and batten it tight; 

And when my wings grow I throw wide my door, 

And to my green castle I return nevermore." 



"Today dawned not upon the earth as other days have done, 
A throng of little virgin clouds stood waiting for the sun, 
Till the herald-winds aligned them and they blushed, and stood aside 
As the marshals of the morning flung the eastern portals wide." — Carryl. 

To-day has been such a wonderful day in Our Cathedral. You see, there 
is no church near the lumber camp ; but we children of the camp have serv- 
ices in Our Own Cathedral. 

"Where gentle breezes strive to bless. 
And all God's world knows happiness." 

This Cathedral of ours stands in the forest — is a part of the strength- 
giving forest. Its dome is blue or gray as is the day — for its dome is the 
sky. Its pillars are old and gray — the beautiful gray of the trunks of the 
tall forest kings, whose branches are ever green. 

"To loiter down lone alleys of delight, 
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees. 
And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white. 
By greenwood pools and pleasant passages." — Lanier. 

Its carpet is soft and velvety — is of the mosses that We Children have 
gathered from many parts of the valley. 

"Oh! to be friends with the lichens, the low creeping vines and the mosses 

There close to lie; «- 
Gazing aloft at each pine-plume that airily, playfully tosses 

'Neath the blue sky." 

The pews are old logs overgrown with moss and vines. The altar is a 
large old rock — and vines entwine it lovingly — and all about it are planted 
many frail blossoms — and they grow among the mosses where we have placed 
them in His Cathedral. 

"And 'tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air it breathes." — Wordsworth. 

Anenores, One-flowered Wintergreens, Twin-Flowers, Spring Beauties, 
and Calypso carpet the woodland floor. Along the aisle that winds from 
the entrance to our great room of worship we have planted many ferns — 
and along the way the gold and scarlet Columbines. A brook flows at the 
side of Our Cathedral, and ever and ever 'tis singing a song that makes the 
hearts of We Children glad. 

"A breeze came wandering from the sky, 

Light as the whispers of a dream; 
He put the o'erhanging grasses by. 

And softly stooped to kiss the stream. 



Herein we meet for worship — Often I don't preach a sermon, but we 
have a few minutes in meditation. 

"Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds, 

In leafy galleries beneath the eaves, 

Are singing! Listen, ere the sound be fled, 

And learn there may be worship without words." — Longfellow. 

Now, beside the dear camp children, there are also others who belong 
to my congregation — and these attend a part of the time when brought to 
service. The ones they usually attend are the services I conduct alone on 
week days. I have endeavored to bring them a few times to regular Lord's 
Day service; but on account of the presence of the other children they are 
restless and not on good behavior — so they are only privileged to attend my 
weekday services — which are everyday whether it's sunshiny or rainy, for 
the Lord God abides in His Cathedral the whole year round. Of course I 
know that He is very, very busy with so many people now in the world, and 
all those that have been before. But wherever I go I trust in His great love 
and am happy just in being a wee part of this great world. 

About the attendance on week days: there is Julius Caesar Napoleon 
— now he always attends at least one service a week, usually a vesper service 
— and at intervals he pokes his nose into my pocket for the grub of a beetle. 
It was a long time before I could make him understand that even a Skunk 
must be quiet during prayer or the reading of the Holy Bible. Now the way 
I accomplished this — was to give Julius Caesar Napoleon two extra fat grubs 
just after prayer or reading the Bible — and he keeps quiet until I am through. 

Orlando: "Let gentleness my strong enforcement be." — Shakespeare. 

Other members of the congregation on week days are: Pliny and Aris- 
totle^ — two adorable folks to preach to — why they keep just as quiet during 
the reading of the Bible except when a fly or other insect passes close by 
them — and being Toads they make the most of the opportunity. Then there 
are Cicero and Pandora, two dear Chipmunks — and Josephus Jacobus Ben- 
jamin Solomon Rheoboam — that adorable Meadow Mouse. These are very 
attentive at services — except for the wiggling of tails. Then Michael Angelo, 
the Porcupine, strays in for services sometimes — but it's mostly salt he wants. 
Also sometimes Marie Antoinette, a beautiful speckled hen, rides to service 
on my shoulder. (She is privileged on account of exceptional good behavior 
during the last year, to attend Sunday services as well as week days.) 

"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in everything." — Shakespeare. 



"A wind arose among the pines; it shook 
The clinging music from their boughs, and then 
Low, sweet, faint sounds, like the farewell of ghosts. 
Were heard: O, follow, follow, follow me." — Shelley. 

I walked in the forest to-day — when the Storm King passed by. The 
winds, they did whistle and shriek, and the day it was bleak. But I love to 
walk in the forest on just such a day — with the wind against my face and the 
rain upon it. Most o' the wee folk are hidden away at storm time — but the 
ferns, they bow their fronds together — and the trees, they touch hands as 
the wind goes rushing through. 'Tis then that the Cathedral is as a great 
pipe-organ — with many harmonies thereon being played. But first one must 
have deep, deep within one's heart the love of the forest wrapped in storm 
or else one hears not these great symphonies that carry one's soul in the storm 
and above it to tranquil peace — for the things that sometimes trouble and 
puzzle me go away as I tramp in the storm — and in their place comes His 
abiding peace that gives me strength to overcome the difficulties in the way. 
— I think that Robert Burns, too, would have found inspiration listening to 
the storm symphonies in Our Cathedral. 

"There is scarcely any earthly object gives me more — I don't know if I should 
call it pleasure, but something which exalts me, something which enraptures me — 
than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood on a cloudy winter day, and hear a stormy 
wind howling among the trees and roving o'er the plain. It is my best season for 
devotion; my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who walks on the 
wings of the wind." — Robert Burns. 

Hark ! 'tis our Northern Nightingale that sings 
In far-off, leafy cloisters, dark and cool. 
Flinging his flute-notes bounding from the skies! 
Thou wild musician of the mountain-streams. 
Most tuneful minstrel of the forest-choirs, 
Bird of all grace and harmony of soul, 
Unseen, we hail thee for thy blissful voice! 
"Upon yon tremulous mist where morning wakes 
Illimitable shadows from their dark abodes. 
Or in this woodland glade tumultous grown 
With all the murmurous language of the trees. 
No blither presence fills the vocal space." 
T heard again that same sweet song within the woods to-day. It lingers 
with me yet. 'Twas in the Cathedral I heard him singing. And life is sweeter 
for having heard his song. 

AVhen night comes unto the Cathedral We Children fear not, for God 
abides within — and his love is round about us where'er we go. To-night we 
have been watching the stars. 

"These blessed candles of the night." — Shakespeare. 
"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven. 
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels." — Longfellow. 






And God seems so near here in Our Cathedral in the forest. I think 
that He must surely understand our loving Him. 

"I hear the wind among the trees, 

Playing celestial symphonies; 

I see the branches downward bent, 

Like keys of some great instrument." — Longfellow. 

We learn many things from the Fern fairies who dwell in our Cathedral. 
Some dwelt there before we came to worship in the Cathedral — others we 
brought from different places in the valley, and from ravines and canyons. 
I think that the Fern fairies, too, love our Cathedral. Softly we go among 
them, and talk with them, and listen unto them. Someone who loves Fern 
fairies walked with me in our Cathedral one day, and told me of a poet, in a 
land beyond the sea, who also loved to listen to the voices of the Ferns — and 
wrote of their message for the Children of Men — and this is the message — 
the message he gave unto the world as the voices of Fern fairis spoke — this 
the message We Children of the lumber-camps love and keep in our hearts— 
and that you may know its joy I have written it here as it was told unto me 
that day when one who loves the Ferns walked in our Cathedral. 

"I lay among the ferns, 

Where they lifted their fronds, innumerable, in the greenwood wilderness, like wings 
winnowing the air; 
And their voices went past me continually. 
And I listened, and lo! softly inaudibly raining, I heard not the voices of the ferns 
only, but of all living creatures: 
Voices of mountain and star. 
Of cloud, and forest and ocean. 
And of the little rills tumbling amid the rocks, 

And of the high tops where the moss-beds are and the springs arise 
As the wind at mid-day rains whitening over the grass, 
As the night bird glimmers a moment, fleeting between the lonely watcher and the 

So softly inaudibly they rained, 
Where I sat silent. 

And in the silence of the greenwood I knew the secret of the growth of the ferns; 
I saw their delicate leaflets tremble, breathing an undescribed and unuttered life; 
And round them the mountains and the stars dawned in glad companionship for ever. 
Who shall understand the words of the ferns lifting their fronds innumerable? 
Who, going forth with his heart like Nature's garden. 
Shall hear through his soul the voices of all creation. 
Voices of mountain and star, voices of all men, 
Softy audibly raining? — shall seize and fix them, 
Rivet them fast with love, no more to lose them?" 









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Accipiter velox — 185 

Achilles — 111, 188 

Actomys monax — 229 

Aegialitis vocifera — 165 

Agaricacea — 1 96 

Agelaius phoeniceus — 242 

Agrostemma — 165 

Alder— 130 

Alfalfa — 161 

Algae — 48, 115 223 

Ambush Bugs — 105 

Amelanchier — 1 3 0 

Ampelis cedrorum — 253 

Anacreon — 159 

Anemone — 19, 167 

Anthoxanthum odoratum — 164 

Antrostomus vociferus — 225 

Ants — 18, 77, 91, 229, 253 

April — 45, 167, 168, 171 

Aquarium — 138 

Aquila chrysaetos — 254 

Arbutus — 166 

Arctiidae — 110 

"Aristotle"— 37, 93, 263 

Arrowhead — 135, 176 

Arthropoda — 110, 137 

Ash— 136, 109 

Assassin Bugs — 156 

Aster— 30, 106, 206 

Astragalinus tristis — 261 

Aurelius Evangel — 18-32, 129, 137, 233 

Audubon's Caracara — 219 

Audubon Society — 241 

August — 98,101,102,105,106,160, 261 

Avens — 142 


Baby Blue-eyes — 28 
Baby Seeds — 44 
Bachelor Buttons — 159 
Back Swimmer — 138 
Badger — 110 
Barrenwort — 1 76 
Bat — 37, 97, 235 
Beaver — 136 

Bees— 18, 19, 30, 60, 66, 91, 112, 164 
Beetles— 91, 161, 187, 191, 206 
Belostoma — 91, 136 
Bittern — 19, 126, 137 
Blackberries — 127, 135, 186 
Blackbird, Red-wing — 127, 242 

Yellow-headed — 141 
Bleeding Hearts — 171 
Bluebells — 18, 202 
Bluebird— 18, 46 
Blue Curls — 164 
Blue-eyed Grass — 163 

Blue Jay— 28, 97, 223, 226, 234 
Boletus — 196 
Boatman, Water — 132 
Bob-oMink — 127, 135, 145 
Bob White — 156, 257 
Bouncing Bet — 66 
Brahma — 127 

Bridal Wreath— 69, 127, 175 
Bronze Bells — 167 
Browning — 43, 168, 185 
Budha— 127 
Buffle-head — 142 
Bufo boreas — 91 

Bumble-bee— 28, 30, 77, 109, 142, 112 
Bunch Berry — 185 
Bunting, Indigo — 66, 242 

Lazuli — 19, 78, 80 

Snow— 78, 237, 261 
Burns, Robert — 142, 203, 267 
Bush-tit— 192, 234 
Butter-and-Eggs — 77, 78, 93 
Buttercup— 78, 127, 130, 132, 167, 196. 
Butterflies— 34, 46, 80, 116 

Azure — 175 

Angle wings — 80, 04 

Anosia plexippus — 80 

Argynnis diana — 30, 80 

Basilarchia — 80 

Blue— 24 

Camberwell Beauty — 80 
Checker-spot — 50, 59, 80, 137, 156 
Colias — 80 
Comma — 180 
Lycaena — 80 

Melitaea chalcedon — 59, 80 
Monarch— 46, 58, 63, 70, 80, 93, 226 
Mourning Cloak— 18, 80, 93, 188 
Painted Lady — 79, 80 
Parnassians — 1 76 
Peacock Butterfly — 92, 145 
Pearl Crescent — 206, 226 
Pyrameis cardui — 80 
Satyrus — 80 
Silver-spot — 73, 80 
Sulphur — 78, 80, 159 
Swallowtail— 63, 78, 80, 130, 176 
Thecla — 24 
Thistle — 79, 80, 111 
Wood-nymph — 80 

Caddis-fly — 126 
Calandrina — 47 
Calochortus — 164 
Caltha palustris — 127 
Camass — 156, 164 
Calypso — 172, 186, 203, 262 
Cardinal Bird— 78, 116, 168 



Cardinal Flower — 18, 59, 116, 131 

Carpenter Bee — 74 

Castor canadensis — 136 

Catbird — 45, 230 

Cat-ears — 164 

Caterpillar Farm — 63 

Catfish — 128 

Cathedral — 33, 97, 262-268 
Catnip — 94 

Cat-tail — 48, 142, 164, 233, 242 
Centaurea — 159 
Centipede — 91, 94, 137 
Cercopidae — 92 
Ceryle aleyon — 223 
Cedar — 199 

Chaetura pelagica — 234 

Chaucer — 145, 192 

"Charlemagne" — 196 

Chick-a-dee— 99, 115, 116, 187, 233, 234 

Chickweed— 66, 165 

Chilopoda — 94 

Chimney Swift — 234 

Chipmunk — 97, 195, 263 

Chironomidae — 128 

Chordeiles — 146 

Christmas Tree, Bird's — 115 

''Cicero"— 187, 263 

Cinquefoil — 135 

Cistothorus palustris — 233 

Clam — 128, 238 

Clover— 105, 116, 161 

Colinus virginianus — 257 

Colaptes cafer collaris — 65 

Columbine— 19, 30, 46, 77, 130, 156, 262 

Compass Plant — 106 

Compositae — 1 06 

Contopus virens — 242 

Coral Fungi— 185, 192 

Coral Root — 172 

Corixidae — 132 

Corn Cockle — 165 

Corn Flower — 159 

Corvus americanus — 234 

Cowbird — 238, 241 

Cows, Ants' — 77 

Cranes — 129 

Crayfish— 137 

Cream Cups — 165 

Cricket — 73, 105, 156, 163, 165 

Crossbills — 19, 78, 116, 168, 216 

Crotagus — 130 

Crow— 102, 226, 234, 237 

Cuculidae — 102 

Cumdophorus sex-lineatus — 112 
Currant — 167 
Cyanospiza amoena — 80 
Cyclamen — 70, 167 


Daddy-Long-Legs — 160 
Dandelion — 30, 78, 106, 111 
Daisy — 30, 105, 106 

Datura stramonium — 105 
Day-flower — 28 
Dendroica aestiva — 238 
Deer — 191, 192 
Diaries — 97 
Dickissel — 231 
Digitalis — 92 
Ditanny — 94 
Dobson Fly — 130 
Dodder — 111, 146 
Dog-fennel — 106 
Dogwood — 175, 185 
Doll-cheeses — 93 
Dolychonyx oryzivorus — 145 
Doodle-bug — 92 
Dove— 47, 73, 101 
Dowitcher — 141 

Dragon Flies— 24, 91, 92, 135, 206 
Ducks— 142 
Dutchman's Pipe — 172 


Eagle— 254 

Earth-star — 112 

Earth-worms — 65, 47 

Eel — 129, 141 

Egret— 126, 141 

Elder— 196 

Elm— 109 

Emperor Moth — 78 

Epiphragmaphora fidelis — 60 

Eurymedon — 1 76 

Everlasting — 98, 106 


Fagaceae — 796 
Fairy Thimbles — 92 
Farewell-to-Spring — 66 
Ferns — 48, 171, 187, 268 
Figwort— 66, 77, 93, 202 
Filaree— 73, 131 
Fireweed — 101 
Firs — 186, 202 

Fish— 126, 135, 136, 137, 138 

Flame Lily — 176 

Flax— 25 

"Fleet-foot"— 187 

Fleur-de-lis — 25 

Flicker — 65 

Flitter-mice — 37 

Flying Squirrel — 33, 301, 205 

Forget-me-not — 30, 163 

Foxglove— 66, 77, 92, 137 

Foxtail — 155 

Fringilidae — 19, 78 

Frogs— 91, 93, 128, 137, 141, 187 

"Frogspit" — 92 

Fulica americana — 129 

Fungae— 48, 115 


Gall Dwellers — 261 
Gallinago delicata — 141 



Gallinules — 129 

Galulidae — 126 

Garter Snake — 206 

Gavia imber — 220, 129 

Geaster hygrometricus — 112 

Geese — 142 

Gentians — 29, 30 

Geococcyx calif ornianus — 102 

Geothlypis trichas occidentalis — 64 

Geranium — 131 

Ginger — 166, 172 

Glass "Snake"— 112 

God's Gold — 165, 145 

Godetia — 66 

Goggle-goy — 130 

Goldcup — 155 

Golden Coreopsis — 106 

Golden Ragwort — 106 

Golden-rod — 106 

Goldfinch— 66, 78, 98, 216, 237, 242, 

Gold Threads— 127, 130, 132 

Gopher— 110, 230, 146 

Goshawk — 74 

Grass Garden — 48, 156 

Grasshoppers — 66, 91, 97, 102, 159, 220- 

"Grasshoppery" — 105 
Great Northern Diver — 129 
Grebes — 129 

Grosbeaks— 66, 78, 116, 168, 237, 261 

Rose-breasted — 253 

Blue— 19 
Grouse — 168, 201 
Gruidae — 129 
Gull, Sea— 129 
Gypsy Combs — 109 


"Hadrian"— 105 

Halictus— 112 

Harvestman — 1 60 

Hawks — 74, 237, 185 

Hazel— 116, 188 

Heart-of-the-Earth— 94 

Heath— 128, 186 

Helvellaceae — 1 85 

Hepatica — 19 

Herding Caterpillars — 156 

"Hermes"— 102 

Hermit Thrush — 46, 224, 261 

Herons— 19, 57, 241 

Heron Town — 57 

Hesperiidae — 176 

Heterocera — 110 

Hickory — 109 

High-hole— 65 

"Hippo"— 19 

Hirundo erythrogastra — 220 
Ho Jack — 130 

Honeysuckle— 59, 116, 128, 196 
Homed "Toad"— 105, 111, 112 

Horned Pout — 128 
Hound's Tongue — 167 
Hummingbird— 24, 59, 131, 138,156, 233 
Hunter's Butterfly — 65, 98, 111 
Hyacinth — 18, 164 
Hydnum coraloides — 185 
Hydrobatidae — 135 
Hygrotrechus remsigus — 135 


Icteridae — 238 
Icterus bullocki — 78 

galbula — 253 
Impatiens pallida — 138 
Indian Paint Brush— 25, 66, 92, 156, 

187, 202 
Indian Pipe — 186 
Indian Pond Lily — 131 
Indian Skipper — 156 
Indigo Bird — 25, 168, 216 
Insects — 91 
Iris— 25, 163 
Isaiah— 44, 137 
Isia isabella — 109, 110 
Ismeria — 206 


Jackenapes — 192 
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — 171 
January — 46, 200, 201 
Jassidae — 163 
Jay Blue— 28, 48, 97 
Steller's — 97, 102 
Jewel-weed — 1 38 
Jimson Weed — 105 
Job's Tears — 28 
Joe-pye Weed — 106 
Johnny-Jump-Up — 43 
Jordan, David Starr — 128 
"Julius Caesar Napoleon" — 33,78,91,263 
July — 77, 92, 93, 94, 159, 186, 187 
Junco — 19, 66, 115, 237, 242 
June — 65, 66, 69, 70, 73, 74, 145, 146, 

155, 156, 185 
Juniper — 199 


Katy-did— 48, 156, 159 
Kingbird— 79, 220, 242 
Kingcup — 155 
Kingfisher— 130, 223 
Kinglet, Golden Crowned — 78 

Ruby Crowned — 116, 175 
Kildeer — 163, 165 


Lace Bug — 93 
Lace Pod — 60 
Ladybird Beetle — 69 
Lady Slipper — 186, 203 
Lantern Flies — 66 
Larch— 200 

Lark, Horned — 257, 78, 156 



Larkspur— 19, 130, 156 
Laurel— 128, 186 
Leaf -hopper — 1 63 
Leaf-miner — 77 
Lepidoptera — 110 

Lichens^48, 110, 115, 202-33-34-62. 
Liloriole— 131, 135, 216—261 
Lily— 78, 116, 218 
Lily-of-the-Valley— 131, 166 
Linnaeus — 19, 176 
Linum — 25 

Lizards— 97, 105, 111, 112 
Lobelia — 18 
Loon — 129, 220 
Lotus — 127 

Loxia curvirostra — 216 
Luna — 58 


Magpie — 102, 226, 234 
Maiden-hair Fern — 132, 137 
Mallow — 93 
Mallard— 142 
Manna-grass — 1 4 6 
Man-of-the-Earth — 146 
Manzanita — 186 
Maple— 109, 242, S. 
Marasmius oreades — 63 
March — 43, 44, 166, 216 
Marybuds — 127 

Marigold Marsh — 78, 127, 155, 167 

Mariposa Lily — 164 

Marsh Treader — 130 

May— 58, 59, 60, 63, 164, 172, 175. 

May Apple— 176, 185 

Maurine — 191, 196 

Meadow Foam — 131 

Meadowlark — 59, 78, 124, 156, 164, 237 
Meadow Rue— 132, 155, 167, 224 
Meadowsweet — 69, 127 
Melospiza — 2 4 2 
Mephitis — 191 

Merula migratoria propinqua — 224 

"Michael Angelo" — 111, 112, 192, 263 

Midge Flies — 130 

Millipede— 91, 101, 137 

Milkweed— 47, 99, 226 

Milton — 10, 203 

Mimulus — 25 

Mink— 110, 135, 238 

Mint — 91, 94, 164 

Miskodeed — 203 

Mission Bell — 164, 167 

Mist Maidens — 131 

Mochella — 185 

Mockingbird — 48, 98 

Mole — 146 

Molothrus ater — 241 

Monkey Flower— 30, 58, 59, 66, 77, 137 

Morels — 185 

Morning, Early — 38, 39 

Morning Glory — 111, 146 

Mosquito — 235 

Mosses — 38, 40, 115, 202, 234, 264 
Moths — 34 

Mouse— 110, 166, 219, 230 
Meadow — 161, 237 
White-footed — 187, 196, 234 
Wood— 33, 97, 199, 201, 226 

Mud Wasp— 230 

Mullein— 137, 202 

Mushroom — 63, 73, 160 

Muskrat — 142, 238 

Mustard— 60, 110 

Mustelidae — 110 

Myotis lucifugus — 225 



Nepa cinerea — 126 
Nettle — 93 
Newt — 130 
Nidulariales — 70 
Nighthawk — 146 
Nightshade — 77, 105 
Notonectidae — 138 
Nutcracker — 102, 226 
Nuthatch — 192, 199 
Nyctala acadica — 166 
Nymphaea odorata — 127 


Oak Apples — 261 

Oak Trees— 58, 77, 80, 109, 196, 261 
Ocean Spray — 175 
October— 112, 163 
Odocoileus — 191 
Olbiorchilus hiemalis — 192 
Ophisaurus ventralis — 112 
Orchid — 186, 203 
Orseis — 206 

Oregon Grape — 24, 176, 185 
Orioles— 63, 127, 242 

Baltimore — 253 

Bullock— 78 
"Ormenis Pumper, the Great" — 66 
Oswego Tea — 46, 59, 94 
Otocorus alpestris — 257 
Otter— 110, 132 
Ouzel, Water— 131, 238 
Owls— 36, 187, 238 

Barn — 230 

Billy — 226 

Burrowing — 226 

Saw- Whet— 166 

Screech — 200, 219 

Snowy — 200 


Painted Cup — 59, 156 
Pandora — 195 
Papilio — 176 
Parus atricapillus — 233 
Pea Sweet— 28, 161 
Peppermint — 94, 160 



Peromyscus canadensis — 199 

leucopis — 226 
Petrochelidon lunifrous — 229 
Phainopepla — 2 5 3 
Phalacrocoracidae — 129 
Phleum pratense — 155 
Phoebe— 79, 242 
Phrynosoma — 1 1 2 
Phymatidae — 1 05 
Pica pica hudsonica — 226 
Pickeral Weed — 129 
Pig— 59 

Pimpernel — 116, 167 
Pine— 109, 200 
Plantain — 145 
Plant Lice — 19, 77, 233 
"Plato"— 30 

Pleurotus ostreatus — 196 
"Pliny"— 30, 93, 187, 263 
Plovers — 163 
Plumbago — 142 
Podophyllum peltatum — 185 
Polyborus cheriway — 219 
Polyphemus Moth — 116, 201 
Pop-balls — 261 
Porcupine — 192, 263 
Potato— 77, 105, 115, 201 
Potentilla — 135 
Primrose — 43, 70 
Prunella — 164 
"Ptolemies"— 93 
Pussy Willows — 127 
Putorius — 187 
Puff-balls— 115 


Quail— 191 

Quamasa hyacintha — 18 
Queen Anne's Lace — 161 
Queen Vespa — 254 
Quercus — 196 


Raccoon — 111, 188, 275 

Racers, Blue — 162 

Race Runner — 112 

Ramesis II — 105 

Rana aurora — 91 

Raspberry Apartment House — 74 

Rattlesnake Plantain — 186 

Raven — 102, 226, 234 

Red-head— 142 

Redpoll — 78, 201 

Reptiles — 111 

Rheoboam, J. J. B. S. — 161, 263 

Rhododendron — 128, 166, 176, 186 

Rice-root — 167 

Road-runner — 102 

Robin — 28, 69, 116, 224 

Rock Cress — 60 

Romanzof fia — 1 3 1 

Romeo and Caterpillars — 63 

"Romeo and Juliet" — 201 
Rose— 69, 127, 135, 175, 186 
Rosemary Marsh — 142 
Rubber Boa — 187 


Sagittaria — 135 

Sailors, Blue — 163 

St. John's Wort — 65, 78 

Salamander— 130, 141, 215 

Saliva — 223, 261 

Salal — 186, 187 

Salmon Berries — 186 

Salmon, Chinook — 126, 141 

"Salome" — 105 

Sandpiper — 129, 141 

Saprophyte — 186 

Scarabadae — 9 1 

Scelaporus undulata — 112 

Scincidae — 112 

Scissors — 73 

Scott, Sir Walter— 185 

Scottish Bluebells — 18, 28 

Scotch Broom — 161 

Scorpion — 71, 101 

September — 109, 110, 111, 162 

Service Berry — 130 

Shakespeare — 34, 78, 91, 97, 127, 161, 

Shell-flower — 137 
Shelley— 203 
Shepherd's Purse — 110 
Shooting Stars — 43 
Silossius — 66 
Silver Hopper — 66 
Sitta pygmaea — 199 
Skink— 112 

Skunk— 60, 97, 110, 263 

Skunk Cabbage — 202 
Skylark— 156, 257 
Slug— 65, 215 
Snail— 60, 65 
Snake— 93, 111, 215 

Garter — 102, 215 

Grass — 105 

Ribbon — 141 

Water — 135 
"Snakespit" — 92 
Sneezeweed — 106 
Snipe — 141 
Snow— 115, 116 
Snowberry — 176, 196 
Snowflake— 78, 161 
Solanum — 77 
Southy — 265 
Sowbugs — 65, 215 
Sparrow— 46, 261 

Chipping — 78 

English — 46, 78 

Song — 66, 216, 237, 242 

Vesper— 33, 78, 80, 156 

White-throated- 1 62 



Speotyto cunicularia hypogaea — 226 
Sphinx— 34, 66, 105 

Spiders — 70, 91, 101, 215, 229, 230, 233 
Spikenard — 131 
Spiza americana — 237 
Spruce — 200, 216 

Squirrel— 48|, 97, 187, 192, 215, 234, 254 

Squirrel-tail Grass — 155 

Star-flower — 70 

Star-grass, Yellow — 78, 112 

Star of Bethlehem — 164 

Starwort — 165 

Stickleback — 223 

Stilt— 129 

Sticktight — 106 

Storkbill— 73 

Strangleweed — 1 1 1 

Strawberry— 65, 69, 127, 164, 175 

Strix pratincola — 230 

Sucker — 215 

Sunflower — 30, 78, 106 

Susan, Black-eyed — 106 

Swallow— 24, 45, 126 

Barn — 220 

Cliff— 229 
Sweetbrier — 69, 127 
SyTitheris — 25, 202 
Syrphidae — 127 


Tadpoles — 215 
Tanager, Scarlet — 257 
Tansy — 106 
Teazel — 109 
"Teeter-tail"— 129 
Tennyson — 136, 34 
Terns — 129 
Thistle— 30, 106, 111 
Thrasher, Brown — 229 

California — 98 
Thrush, Hermit — 224 

Golden Crowned — 175 

Varied — 116 
"Thunder Pumper" — 126 
Thyme— 91, 94, 160 
Timothy— 155 
Tinegrass — 28 
Tingitidae — 93 
"Tip-up"— 129 
Toad— 65, 78, 91, 128, 215 
Toad Bugs — 126 
Toadstools — 63, 115 
Tobacco — 105 
Tomato — 77, 105 
Tortoise — 111 
Touch-me-not — 138 
Towhees — 66, 78, 237, 242 
Trap-door Spider — 261 
Trees — 109 
Trillium — 166 
Tropidonotus — 135 
Trumpet-flower — 59 

Turtles— 97, 111, 137, 215 
Twilight— 33, 35, 37 
Twisted-stalk — 131 
Twin-flower — 176, 272 
Tyrannus — 220 


Vanessa huntera — 65 

antiopa — 80, 9 3 
Velvet Cloak — 43, 47, 73, 92 
Velvet Plant — 66 
Verdin— 78, 199, 234 
Vernal Grass — 164 
Veronica — 25 
Vespa — 254 
Vesta — 206 
Vetch Blue— 28 
Violet — 24, 43, 73, 78 
Virgin's Bower — 156 


Wandering Jew — 28 
Warbler, Audubon — 238 

Prothonotary — 257 

Summer — 238, 241 

Yellow-throat — 64, 78, 238 
Wasp — 91, 92, 161, 230 
Water Boatman — 132 
Water-lily — 125, 127 
Water Nymph — 131 
Water Scorpion — 126 
Water-shield — 125 
Water Strider— 135 
Water Target — 125 
Waxwing, Bohemian — 199 

Cedar— 253 
Weasel— 110, 187, 237, 238 
Whip-poor-will — 23, 225 
Willow— 47, 64, 130, 137 . 
Willow Herb — 66, 101 
Wind Flower— 132, 156, 167 
Wintergreen — 186-7, 262 
Wokas— 131 
Woodchuck — 229 
Woodcock — 141 
Wood Duck— 136 
Wood-nymph — 80 
Woodpecker — 253 
Wood Pewee— 79, 242 
Wood Rat— 33, 201, 234 
Woolly Bear Caterpillar — 44, 109, 110 
Wren— 98, 230 

House — 60 

Long-billed Marsh — 233 
Winter— 192, 199 


Yarrow— 106, 111 
Yellow Jacket— 92, 254 
Yerba Buena — 130 

Mansa — 94 
Yew, Pacific— 125